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Chapter Twelve: Dickhead Derek🖕🖕

I was up all night trying to figure out the perfect candidate for being Gally's friend. (Honestly, it was so pathetic that a pretty much grown ass man couldn't make his own friends).

Just when I had given up all hope and was considering holding auditions - although let's be honest, no one would turn up - I thought of someone; Gally is strong. He can protect people. Intimidate people. So who should his friend be?

Obviously a weak person who was a massive pushover. More specifically? Sam.

He was a scrawny little Slopper who could never stand up for himself. I tried protecting him once but that didn't end well (he started crying because he felt bad that I got into a fight with a boy who was being horrible to him).

"Hey, Sam," I smiled, going up to the boy who was currently washing the guy's dirty socks and underwear. Poor boy must be traumatised from the smell.

"Oh. Hey, Juliette." Even his voice was quiet and meek. How could the Creators think this was a place for him?

"So, random question, but what are your thoughts on Gally?" I plonked down next to him.

"Gally?" His eyes went wide. "I avoid him as best as possible. He likes to pick on me a lot so it's easiest to act like I don't exist in his eyes."

That was quite sad actually. Maybe he wasn't the right person.

"Alright, well, I was just coming over to say that if he's ever horrible to you, come and see me. I'll sort him out, don't worry."

He gave a half smile. "Thanks. But what about the trouble you'll get into?"

"Eh, I don't really care about that. Let me deal with the aftermath. But you shouldn't have to be so scared of someone because of what they'll do. And, hey, that goes for anyone in the Glade. Someone giving you a hard time? I'll bash their face in for you." I grinned at him and patted him on the back as I got up and left.

Well, back to the drawing board for Gally's friend (this still sounded so pathetic).

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"No, you can't pet the Grievers," Alby told me when I told him about my 'hypothetical' idea of taming a bunch of Grievers for a Glader army to fight the Creators.

"But they'd make such cute pets!" I argued.

"You've never even seen one. How could you know that?"

"You've never seen one either," I pointed out. "For all we know, they could be pink, cuddly unicorns that are very loveable once you get to know them." It wasn't strictly wrong; no one did actually know what they looked like.

"So these pink, cuddly unicorns make those horrible screeching sounds every night and tear everyone who crosses their path to shreds?" Alby raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, everyone has issues. Has a bit of a cranky side to them. It's natural. Sometimes they just gotta let off steam, y'know?"

"I have no idea what I'm supposed to say to this scheme you're proposing."

"You're supposed to say yes. Duh." Wasn't it obvious?

Alby rolled his eyes and walked off, muttering something about being needed somewhere else? Huh, strange. Very coincidental.

"How are your plans going?" Michael asked, referencing both the Griever and the Gally plan.

"Well, Griever Army is a bust. I'm starting to think Happy Gally is a bust too." I frustratedly kicked a rock that was lying on the ground.

"What a shame." He was being heavily sarcastic.

"Hey, they're both brilliant ideas that I'm sure will work out in the end," I defended.