A year and a half later
I woke up this morning from a pretty good sleep. I've stopped getting nightmares a while ago, but some days they still come back to haunt me.
Today a new Greenie is supposed to come. (We started calling our new arrivals "greenies," a name the boys created). I quickly got dressed so I could have time to eat breakfast with Newt and Minho, before he runs into the Maze, our regular thing.
I walk into the Fry's kitchen. "Oh wow Fry," I say, "that smells amazing." I inhale the scent of his egg omelets with warm buttered toast and a mixture of fruit.
"Thanks Teddy," He chuckles.
I gather some food on my plate and head to find Minho and Newt in our usual spot.
"Excited about the new Greenie?" Minho asks with his mouth full as I sit down next to him, with Newt across the table.
"First of all, gross," I say disgusted, "and second of all, not really to be honest. It's probably gonna be another dumb shank- no offense." I say
Newt laughs.
"Ha! Offense taken," Minho laughs. He puts his hand to his chest and acts like he's hurt.
After we've all finished eating, me and Newt follow Minho and the others the the Corridors.
"Be careful," Newt warns them as the doors begin to open.
"Always," Minho says while patting him on the shoulder.
Minho jogs off with a boy named Ben, while shouting sarcastically, "have fun with the new Greenie!"
He knows it's my turn to give him the tour, and I'm not really looking forward to it. But who knows? Maybe we'll become friends or something.
Newt and I stand side by side, watching them run around the corner.
"The box won't be up for an hour or two, I suppose your can come garden with me if you'd like," Newt says.
"Sure why not," I answer calmly, shrugging.
We walk to the gardens in silence and Newt instructs me on what I need to do.
"Alright gotcha," I say while retrieving a rake.
A few hours pass quickly, and the Greenie alarm was so startling. I look at Newt and we drop what we're doing and walk quickly to the box. There is already a load of boys surrounding it. I pull Newt and myself through the crowd with my hand grasping his forearm.
When we reach the other side Alby tells everyone to take a few steps back.
Then Gally opens the crate doors.
I look down to get a better view, and see something that made me want to cry.
I was a little boy, probably mine and Newt's age when we first came up in that box. He had curly brown hair, red rosy cheeks, and chocolate brown eyes which reminded me of Newt. Though the color in his are lighter. Poor thing had tears stained on his face and ones that glistened in his eyes. I even felt some of my own just looking at him.
"Gally," I whisper to him while coming closer, "please be careful with him."
Gally always had to be so rough with the Greenies, it made me upset. And I was not gonna let him hurt or me ruthless to this little boy.
He nodded as he hopped down. "Day one greenie," he said as he held his hand out. The boy questionably grabbed his hand and Gally threw him out of the box. The young boy landed on the ground with a thump.
"Gally!!" I shouted as I ran over to him and slapped him across the face. "What did I just tell you!?" He clenched his face and the Gladers made a commotion.
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