A/N
I feel like I totally messed up the whole plot, even though I've seen the film like 100 times! It's really frustrating me, so just go along with it and I'll get back on track soon. Ok thanks, sorry.
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Back to Teddy's POV
This morning I wake up from a crazy night. I had a blast, even though Gally nearly scared me half to death by bringing the Greenie into the ring. Oh yeah- I guess I can call him Thomas now!
My thoughts are still thinking about Ben, though. His torturous screams and pleading. Though I feel more than guilty for having a bonfire while he was in the Maze being killed by grievers.
Shaking off the thoughts, I walk outside after getting dressed, just like my usual day. I head to the Kitchen and find Minho, Newt and Chuck at our usual table.
"Good morning," Newt says smiling faintly.
I smile in return. "morning."
The rest of us all exchange welcoming, and Minho speaks up. "Hey Green Bean!" He shouts and motions to Thomas across the room.
"Dude I think you should stop calling him that," Chuck says just as Thomas arrives with his breakfast.
"Have a seat," Minho says while stuffing his mouth with pancakes, exposing the previous bite inside his mouth. He seems in an okay mood for yesterday's circumstances. But knowing Minho, he practically hates showing emotion.
"Ugh, Minho. Gross," I say disgusted.
The others chuckle, but seriously, It's nasty!
Soon after, Alby comes over and sits at our table.
"Greenie." He says as soon as he sits down. "Over the course of a few days, you'll be trying out different jobs. Okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sure okay," he says a bit unsure.
"Yesterday, you started a little bit of Trackhoes. Obviously that didn't go too well, so today you'll do the same. Zart is the Keeper but you've already met him," he mentions while pointing to Zart who's across the room. Thomas nods, looking intimated by Alby.
Alby then gets up and leaves, heading who knows where. Sometimes he can be so all-business and serious like that.
We sit in silence for a few moments, not just because there's nothing to talk about, but because we are all hungry.
Thomas suddenly puts his fork down with a loud clink, about to speak. We all glare at him, waiting for him to talk.
"What if I wanna be a runner," he says blankly.
I look up to glance at Newt, only to see he's glancing back at me.
Newt scoffs. "Nobody wants to be a runner."
"I do," Thomas replies.
"You can't be a runner anyways," Chuck mentions quickly.
"Why not?!" He says, sounding almost offended.
"Because, you have to be chosen by the Keepers," Chuck explains.
"Well... who is the Keeper?" Thomas questions.
Everyone glares at Minho, who is fiddling with his fork, looking at it like it's the most interesting thing in the world.
"Minho? He's the Keeper?" Thomas asks, almost exciting sounding.
Minho sighs. "It's not that simple," he explains. "You have do be chosen. And it takes weeks to be trained. And we already have enough," Minho excuses. "Besides, you've got other jobs to try out for. Who knows? You may be destined to become a slicer."
Thomas sighs. "Wasn't Ben a runner?"
I see Minho's face turn stone cold.
"The Maze is a dangerous place," I say changing the topic from Ben. "We're better off having more people safe here, in the Glade."
Everyone nods except Minho. His eyes glisten.
We all finish our pancakes -which were amazing as always- and we walk to the corridors.
I stand by Newt again, my usual routine. It feels like I've done this a thousand times - well because I probably have by now.
Our shoulders gently touch as we stand still and watch the Runners stretch and get prepared.
"I'll come running with you," Alby tells Minho.
"Sounds good," Minho says.
Chuck comes and stands along side of us and gently grabs my hand. A sense of relief floods through me, I'm glad to have these boys at my side.
The doors begin to open and Minho and the runners are about to run in.
"Be careful," Newt says.
Minho winks as he leads the tiny group down the halls.
Thomas is still stunned by the way the doors open, I can see it in his eyes. "But Alby's not a runner..."
I sigh. "There's a lot for you to learn, Greenie."
We all stand there still for a moment.
"Well, come on, then!" Newt says while heading off, "the chores won't do themselves."
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