Chapter 7: I almost get spotted at the Bonfire

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As Newt limped away, I began to wonder what he meant by inviting me to the bonfire.

I thought everybody wanted to forget me, forget the first female Glader. Now all of a sudden he's inviting me to the bonfire? That doesn't make any sense. It's probably a trap to humiliate me in front of the hot Greenie. I thought to myself.

I sighed and placed my bow back in my hammock. I took my quiver filled with sharp and blood-thirsty arrows off and slung it over a branch. I began to climb the thick tree from where I dropped–minding my bad foot–and sat on the branch; my back against the trunk. 

I flipped my knife around and thought random things to keep myself entertained, like math equations.

After a few hours, I heard cheers and yelling and wondered what the other Gladers were cheering about. I quickly climbed down my tree and started walking to the edge of the Deaheads when I reached the bottom. I then realized that the bonfire had started.

I started to think about Newt's invite and wondered if he really wanted me to join them. I sighed as I skipped to the edge of the Deadheads and peeked behind a tree to see the hot Greenie fighting Gally.

I was surprised when I saw him knock Gally onto the ground. I cheered a little as everyone else 'oohed' and 'ahhed'. Gally swiped his feet under the hot Greenie and he hit his head. I winced.

He started muttering something then stood up quickly cheering something I couldn't hear. Until, I heard Alby yell, "Thomas!"

Everyone started to cheer and scream; the Greenie looked really happy.

So that's his name, huh? I thought.

Thomas looked around as we suddenly locked eyes. I was taken aback as I started to run back to my little home. I didn't get to see Thomas's reaction, but I could only guess he was surprised.

I sighed when I reached my little home. I picked my bow out of my hammock and placed it on the cold ground next to me; in case I needed to defend myself. I climbed into my hammock and took my knife out.

I smiled at the memory of cutting Alby's face, closing my eyes and clutching the knife close to my chest as I drifted off to sleep.

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