First and only girl in the Glade

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You got to the kitchen just in time.

"Did you wash your hands?" The young cook asked the same dumb question every time you got there.

"Of course I did, Siggy", the boy made a face when he heard his actual name. You were the only kid who could call him that receiving no more than a bad frown or a slight scolding. You started peeling the potatoes Frypan had collected that day. There were about ten pounds, fifty mouths couldn't be fed with less.

"Dunno why you always have to get here just after you picked up the animals' klunk."

"I'm clean, alright?" You answered as you usually did, "I just showered, and changed my clothes, like I do every day. You know I always come here straight from the showers."

Frypan hugged you from behind and gave you a peck on the cheek. His two-day beard scratched your skin a little.

"Yeah, I know."

"Hey, stop it already!" You elboed him softly in the ribs, trying to keep the potato on your hands from falling to the floor, "Now, that's anti hygienic."

Two hours passed on until your work in the kitchen was done: cutting veggies to store them, making purée. . . this time Frypan let you take something out from the oven. Just like every day you talked about food: how was dinner? Did a lot of Gladers skip a meal? Also some tips to make some weird stew.

Time passed by just like every other day, half listening to you friend, half lost in your own mind. The time to close the kitchen came and Frypan waited until you finished you own dinner and put the eight dishes on your tray.

"Goodnight, Alex. Be careful." The boy said while closing the door once you were already outside.

"See you tomorrow, Frypan."

Every single one of them said the exact same thing: "be careful." Everybody, Winston, Frypan, Zart, the Runners; even when there wasn't much to be careful about, anyways, you were in the Glade and by that time, the doors had already closed.

You got to the Map Room and kicked the front door a couple of times. Newt opened today and you slipped out his reach so he wouldn't take the weight of the food from you.

"Hey boys!"

They all gave you a combination of hi's, hello's and hey's in exchange.

You took Minho's attention away from a pair of maps he had in both of is hands, comparing them, by putting his food in the desk in front of him.

"Dinner time!" You said making a higher pitch voice. Minho and Newt always told you your voice was so higo it sometimes hurt their ears. They were joking, of course.

"Shuck, Alex. You just broke my concentration. Maybe I was about to find something." The boy mocked with a little real bitterness in his voice, he pinched a couple carrots from the plate and took them to his lips. With his mouth full he turned back to the maps.

"Or maybe you'd faint of hunger before you found whatever you're looking for."

You put a dish in front of the rest of the boys, none of them was as busy as their Keeper. You got to the last Runner, Newt, he took your wrist between his long fingers and brought his lips close to your ear.

"I wanna give you something after I'm outta here, are you done today?"

"Yup", you said, "I was heading to my room. There's something I need to tell you."

"See ya later, then", he said separating syllables with his weird accent, "be careful."

"Lovebirds, please do us a favor and find a room on your respective free time." Minho sounded serious, but when you looked at him he was grinning to himself.

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