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Minho's secret spot soon became mine too. I went back there every other night to have some time to myself. Occasionally, Minho would join me and we'd lay next to each other without saying a word, just watching the stars. It became our nightly routine for the next couple of weeks. He'd share anything interesting he saw in the Maze that day, even though he wasn't allowed to, and I'd tell him stupid things that happened while he was away. A subject that was constantly brought up was how life will be like when we escape the Maze.
If we escape.
I've been here for nearly a month now and I have yet to go into the Maze. Alby said it'd take time for them to reconsider my position as a Runner, but a month is enough time, isn't it? Being a Med-Jack was a spontaneous job. There were days when no one would come in, giving me a chance to find something else to do. Other days, several Slicers would poke their head in, complaining about a cut or something minor.
Today was one of those quiet days. It was around midday and not a single Glader has walked into the medhut. Clint left a while ago to find Alby to talk about, and I quote, Keeper business. That allowed Jeff and I to do whatever we wanted without getting our asses in trouble.
He brought out a box of crayons that he kept hidden in his personal drawer. I clapped my hands in excitement, placing a few blank sheets of paper on the small table we were sitting at. Jeff smiled at my reaction, taking a few crayons out.
"I can't believe you've been keeping these all to yourself! You selfish shank!" I punched his shoulder, making him wince through his smile.
"If I let you use them all the time, you'd just take them for yourself." He defended, drawing different shapes on the paper. He looked like a little kid with the way he rested his arm in front of his paper so I couldn't see.
"I might just ask the Creators for a set of my own." I hummed, drawing a straight line across the page.
"Those shucks'll give you anything. You're clearly their favorite." Jeff shook his head, reaching for a different colored crayon.
I giggled, "That's only because I ask for reasonable things. Did you really think they were going to bring up a dog?"
Jeff aggressively nodded his head at me, "Yes, I did! What's so wrong with having a dog in the Glade?"
I started drawing the outline of the Maze walls, filling them in with a gray crayon, "The dog would've probably run into the Maze. I'm sure the Grievers would appreciate that."
Jeff gasped, placing a hand over his chest, "How dare you! Why was that the first thing that came to mind?"
I shrugged, not looking up at him, "It's true. Besides, the boys can barely take care of themselves. They can't handle a dog."
"I can." He replied.
"We both know I'll be the one picking up its klunk." I ended the argument.
We stayed silent for the next ten minutes, mindlessly drawing and coloring. I filled in the last bit of my drawing before putting the crayons away. I held my paper up, admiring my poor artwork. The tall stone walls stretched across the paper, showing green vines sprawling across them. The Council Hall stuck out of the corner of the paper, behind a few trees. I made sure to include the goat pen and the other farm animals roaming freely.
