The Griever Girl

Echo From The Void

~Thomas's P.O.V~
{The Day You Came In}
I was panting as I entered the Glade with Minho. The sweat gleaming my hair and stinging my eyes. As I leaned my hands against my knees, trying to rest my weight a bit, Minho slapped my back.

"Not too shabby Thomas", he grinned, "Although next time, try to keep up. I ain't waiting for no one."
I mustered up a chuckle.

We start walking towards the map room, but we both stop. With Newt, in front of the homestead, was a girl. She was looking at us, but quickly looked away. Minho and I both exchanged a look. We haven't received any girls. Never. And I know I'm going to sound crazy, but she vaguely looks familiar.

Minho was the first to break from the deep thoughts.
"Hey", he says as he clasped a hand on my shoulder. He signaled his head towards the map room. I nodded as he began walking towards the map room. As he left, I still continued looking at the front of the Homestead, where she entered. She looks so familiar. Shuck, why can't I remember her?

$$Minho's P.O.V$$
As I left Thomas gawking at the greenie, I can't help but think why she resembles someone I knew. Connotation on knew.

Great, the shucking creators have shucked my brain with another shucking greenie. And I thought Thomas was enough to deal with.
But thank the shucking creators for sending another mouth to feed. Yeah, we totally don't need to conserve our supplies that they abruptly stopped sending. Yet they can send another mouth? And why a girl this time?
They are all slintheads.

I grab a sheet and pencil and start sketching the section Thomas and I were running at. Better start sketching before that girl clouds my memory of the section.

I start sketching the section, but that shucking girl is blocking my memory. I put down the pencil in frustration.
Gah! I pound my head with my hands.
"Get your shucking bean brain back together Minho!" I whisper yelled.

Forgive me guys, I still love you all..

I stop my slapping. I look up to see Thomas entering the hut, but he is rubbing his temples. By the looks of his eyes, he heard something as well.

"Tell me you heard that too" he asks a bit too calm.
I look back at the window, then back at him.
"Either we are losing our minds, or another shucking paranormal klunk has entered the maze. Again." I say sternly.
I quickly finished my sketch and told Thomas to follow me.

~Thomas's P.O.V~
Did I hear this voice correctly? I try to unclog anything that might be clogging my ears. But nothing.

The voice sounded smooth and warm like. Not like a slab of bacon warm, but home-like warm. And it was as smooth, but with a layer of seriousness. Like metal.
(I don't know guys, it just came to me).
I need to hear that voice again. And I think I know who might have said it. Well besides the creators, I know it could, it should, have been the greenie. I didn't even get to get a good glimpse of her. Who the shuck is she? And why is she blocking my head? I again try to unclog my ears. Still no good.

I follow Minho to the Homestead, where Newt was already listening to Alby. Newt was rubbing his lips. He seems to be doing that a lot lately.

"I need to talk to you guys" Minho said in a hushed manner.

No Gladers were around us right now, so Alby responded with a bit more volume.
"Don't tell me you heard it as well"
All three of us stood stunned.
Whatever she did, she sent it to Alby too, I suppose.
"So did I" Newt joined in.
"Ok what the shuck is happening?" Minho asked.
"I have no idea man" Alby responded. He rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed and looked at the clear blue sky. I don't expect him to find any thing. Everyone here knows that the sky is always clear.