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Sam
My vision was blurry, until I rubbed my eyes. Stretching my sore limbs and clambering to my feet. I tugged open the wardrobe, a sky blue shirt and a towel was neatly folded on the top shelf.
My thoughts were shattered by a knock at the door, I got dressed in yesterday's clothes and answered the door.
"Hi!" Chuck greeted me as I opened the door, which was more like shouting in my face...
"Morning Chuck," I yawned, my stomach grumbling loudly.
"I bet you're hungry, c'mon!" He chirped, looking over at his shoulder as he bounced down the corridor.
"Ok I'm coming, calm yourself."
After a large breakfast of eggs and bacon (Frypan insisted that I have loads - because I was skinny apparently), I started with the trackhoes. Chuck said he would visit me every now and then, to and I quote from what Alby told him "See how the shuckette was getting on."
The sweltering heat became unbearable, beads of sweat rolling down my face. After awhile, I gave in to the heat and unbuttoned the light blue shirt I had put on earlier, after Chuck had spilled water on my original one.
My stomach groaned as Chuck collected me for lunch, practically dragging me to the cafeteria.
After we were sat at a wooden bench thing, I felt eyes all over me. I ignored it, because 1, I was a girl in an all boys maze and 2, I was new.
But then, Chuck coughed, spluttered and then regained his posture, and turned to me. Staring at my chest area. "Uh..." He mumbles, motioning to my breasts. I look down and blush deeply, a black bra, noticable through my light coloured shirt. Typical. Oh for fucks sake, boys and their hormones.
"W-why didn't you tell me?" I covered my face with my hands, finally crossing my arms over my chest to prevent any more stares.
"Well would you tell a topless man to put his shirt back on?" Newt chuckled, "Its a nice sight, don't get me wrong. But your not my type."
I glared at him and left the table, returning to my room to collect the shirt. I roll up the long sleeves and fold up the bottom, up to my waist, and tied it into a knot.
I sigh in annoyance as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, combing my waist length hair with my fingers and pulling it into a high ponytail. I leave the room and return to the gardens, helping Zart and a guy called Matt to pick apples.
The hours drew by, the runners returned from the maze and joined their friends in the cafeteria. I meet up with Chuck on the way there and we sit down with the others.
"So greenie, how has your first few days been here?" Minho mumbled, mouth full of food.
I roll my eyes, "Alright I guess, it was so hot!"
"Too bloody right, we almost had another shucking drought!" Newt exclaims, his mouth too, full of food.
"Am I the only one here with table manners?" I cock an eyebrow, looking around at the boys, food stuffed and smeared in and around their mouths.
I began to leave, when I felt something fall from my lap. I reach down and unfold a note. My nickname scrawled on the crumpled paper.
Greenie,
Thomas and I need to talk with you, meet us at the hammocks.
- Chuck
I return the note back into my pocket, and leave the cafeteria. Thanking Frypan on my way out. I wander over to the hammocks, confusion filling my mind.
"What did you want to talk 'bout?" I ask, standing infront of Thomas and Chuck.
"Look, when I first met you I seemed to recognise you from somewhere. Did you have that feeling too? Like you could trust me, even though we don't really know eachother...?" Thomas blurts out, his confused face sending recognition sparks through my head.
I study him for a second, dark brown wavy hair, sharp jawline, light brown eyes. I gasp black spots forming in my vision.
"Where is mama?"
"She left you, your mama is gone. You have me now." A woman says sternly, brushing a piece of her blonde hair behind her pale ears.
"Stop! Our mother didn't leave us, you made us leave her! She is sick, we need to go home and help her!" A boy cries out, his dark hair blowing in the wind, engulfing me in his arms, shielding me from the spiteful woman.
"Thomas?" I splutter.
"Are you okay?" He wonders aloud, "you spaced out for awhile."
"I recognise you too, but I don't know where from, or why. But I know that we were something."
