Something Different - Newt (TMR)

Not a Slicer, Neva Again - 6

After dinner, we made a smaller camp fire to keep us warm as we sat and talked. Gally brought out the Mason jars again, and handed them out but they weren't as full as last night. 

After I downed a good majority of my drink, I asked Gally for more. He filled me up at half again. "Should we dance?" I asked.

"Why not?" Minho says, as he finishes one of his many jars. 

"Let's go!" Winston cheered, standing up. 

So, that was the begining of dancing around the fire and enjoying our silly and akward dancing. After a bit everyone got tired and sat back down. Minho started up random jokes but all I was paying attention to was the stars. I watched them glitter and sparkle, enjoying the peace. 

I felt someone sit next to me, "What'cha lookin' at, Jules?" Newt whispers, looking at me.

"The stars." I whisper back, meeting his gaze and smiling. 

Newt and I look at the stars for half the night, just enjoying each other's company before I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

I awoke with a sore neck and the feeling that people are watching me. I groggily open my eyes and see Minho and Gally sitting on the log across from me, smirking.  I look around and I see Newt still asleep next to me. I roll my eyes then close them again because I'm not dealing with them this early in the morning, and fall back asleep.

An hour or so later, everyone gets up to eat and start their jobs. Today, I'm going to be a slicer with Winston. 

"Hey Winston." I greet, as meet him outside the bloodhound. 

"Hey, Julie." He responds. "So this is the bloodhound. I cut up the meat that Frypan cooks up so we can have food." I nod along.

"So you are going to watch how I cut up a chicken, then do one by yourself. Got it?" He asks.

"Oh, hell naw." I widen my eyes and shake my head. "I'm just kiddin'."

"Yeah," I say. "But the animals are dead before I cut them up, right?" 

"Of course, we're not gonna cut open a chicken alive." He laughs, heading into the Bloodhound. 

So in the long run, he got the freehly dead chicken, that was preciously defeathered and cut off the chickens head and the tallon-y legs, he then took out the intestines and put it aside to bing to Frypan. 

"I'm sorry but if I got this job I will throw up every single damn time." I say with a grimace, looking at the intestines from a good distance away to not smell it, having just threw up after watching him take out said intestines. 

"That's okay, this job isn't for everyone." Winston shrugged as he guided me out of the Bloodhound. "That's just by judging how much you threw up!"

"God, that was disgusting." I say, shaking my head. "Ne-ver a-gain." I say in a slow tone.

Winston chuckles as we go to the Kitchens for lunch. "What's up, guys?" Fry asks as we enter. 

"Oh, Julie threw up about 3 times just watching me cut up a chicken," Winston giggles, Julies facial expressions making it all the more funnier to him. "And- and she didn't even touch a knife!"

"Damn, I thought you woulda had a stomach." Fry revealed, giggling along too. 

"What's so funny?" Gally asks, as he, Alby, Minho, and Newt come into the area. 

"Oh, God." I mutter, covering my face with my hands. 

"Oh, Julie over here, got sick watching me cut open a chicken." Winston says, calming down a little. 

"Fry you got any water?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah," Fry fills up a Mason jar and hands it to me. 

"So lets say that Julie is not a Slicer, at all." Alby states.

"Amen." I whisper, leaning against the counter. Causing Fry, who overheard me, to burst out laughing. 

"We're not gonna talk 'bout how she got sick from looking at chicken guts?" Minho asks, trying and failing to hold in his laughs. 

His laughs quickly stop as we're still deciding on what job I should try next. 

"It's looking that she just gotta try out Running." Alby says, looking at Newt. He in which nodded in aproval. 

"Is that where I have to run the maze?" I ask. 

"Yeah," Alby says, looking back over at me. 

"Uh, to be honest, I can't run here to my room without getting winded. Sooo," I trail off. 

"Well, if she can't run what is she gonna do?" Newt asks Alby, narrowing his eyes in concentration. 

"Well, we have to determine if she can run, just a lap or two around the Glade." Minho suggests. " I can train her, I guess." 

"Well that's settled for, let's get some lunch." Alby says, hopping in line. 

"Now I gotta run around 'till dinner." I sigh, standing next to Gally. 

"A month ago, we all had to run." Gally sighs, getting a plate. 

"Ouch, well I just don't wanna be a Slicer." I say, shuddering as I remember the chicken. Speaking of chicken, dinner is grilled chicken with green beans. As I sit down I dig in, immeadiately forgeting about my previous job. 

Word count: 869

Sorry about the 2 week late update, I shouldn't be making up excuses but I had to take care of family buisness and I had no creativity for this chapter hense how short this is. It really is a filler/bland chapter.  So, I hope ya'll had a good 4th of July and PLEASE keep reading.

I' m going on vacation this next week so I may or may not update. Keep an open eye,

♡ B