The Little Shit

Chapter 9

Thomas, Teresa, and I came down from the tower. The others were waiting by the box. We walked over. "She's coming tomorrow," I tell Alby and Newt. "Do you guys have weapons here?" I ask. "Yeah, why?" Alby nods. "We're gonna need them. The Gladers can't go out there without knowing what they're doing," I explain. "Alright. The Homestead. Bring them," Alby agrees and motions to the rest of the Gladers. I nod my head. "Hey!" I shout. The Gladers quiet down. "Who wants to figure out how to use deadly weapons?" I shout. They all yell in agreement. "That's how you fire up a crowd," I put my hand on Newt's shoulder and walk by him.

We all head to the Homestead. Alby, Newt, Minho, Teresa, Tom, and I go in while the rest of the Gladers wait outside. Alby takes a key out of his pocket and opens a door. Inside were every weapon one could fathom. Except for guns. As I scan the wall of weapons, my eyes land on a bow and the quiver next to it. "Dibs," I say picking both up. "You know how to use it?" Newt asks. "Boy, do I?" I take an arrow out and pull it back on the bow. I aim for the box of tissues on a desk. I release the arrow and the tissues go flying in different directions. My mind flashes to Lucy, always being impressed by my bow skills.
"Sweet," Minho laughs. We start handing out weapons to the Gladers. Knives, machetes, and spears. Most of them don't know how to use them. Not surprising.

Once every one has at least one weapon, I tell them to go find a tree and swing at it. It's the best we could do here. It'll also keep them busy for a while. In the weapons room, I find knife holsters and put them on my legs and waist. I put different sized knives in them, put my quiver on my back, and walk out. "Well, hello Ms. Warrior," Minho jokes when he sees me. "Wow," Newt exclaims. "There's going to be a lot of grievers. Better safe than sorry," I answer, taking out a small knife and my arrow. I walk over and sit on a rock. In one of the sides of the bow I begin to carve Lucy's name.

Teresa walks over and sits next to me. "Lucy?" she asks, reading the name. "Someone I knew. And was forced to leave behind. She was only twelve," I answer. I find a new spot and carve Harriet's name. I continue with the names. Teresa just sits in silence next to me. Reading over each name with interest.

Maddie, Jules, Debbie, Sonya, Rachel. I carve all their names. All the people I'm fighting for. "Pretty names," Teresa smiles. I nod my head. "Maybe you'll see them when we get out of here," she shrugs. "Maybe," I responded. We get up and walk over to the others. "Are you gonna sleep like that?" Minho asks, referring to my knives. "What do you think?" I laugh. I sit down next to Newt and Teresa sits next to Tommy. "Here," Newt says, handing me an apple. "Thanks," I whisper
before taking it. I look over to Minho and see him smirking. He weirdly wiggles his eyebrows at me. I give him a confused look. We all saw that, Aurora. I hear Thomas in my head. Saw what? I ask. The apple sharing. Teresa answers. I look over at both of them and see them smiling.

It's an apple, not a wedding ring. I roll my eyes. Not yet. Thomas replies back. I look at Chuck and even he's giving me the look. And he's twelve. I look to Alby and Gally to see them smirking as well. "Did I miss something?" Newt questions, breaking the silence. "I don't know, did you?" Minho replies in a weird voice, again wiggling his eyebrows. "I better go check on the Gladers. Make sure no fingers are missing," I stand up. "Oh, I'm sure they're fine," Thomas pulls me back down in my seat. I give him a side eye and he just innocently smiles at me. "Teresa, Tommy, and I can talk to each other in our heads!" I blurt out. "What?!" The others exclaim. "Yup, just figured I'd tell you guys. Honesty is the best policy," I nod my head. "Well, that's cool I guess," Alby says. "Awesome!" Chuck pounds his fists against the table.

If honesty is the best policy, someone should really tell Newt how she feels about him. Teresa gives me a look. I shake my head no. "They're doing it right now, aren't they?" I hear Minho ask. Just do it, it's fine. Thomas encourages. I shake my head no, again. If it's so fine, tell Teresa you have a crush on her! I yell in my head to them. Thomas gasps, out loud. "That is so not true," he yells, standing up. "Is too!" I stand.