||Welcome to the Glade|| •Minewt•

-Chapter One-

-Nobody's POV-

It had been about a year since the death of Ava Paige. Her son Thomas had been miserable and had to rely on his friends to keep him company. Thomas was sitting at the fountain with his friends, Brenda, Frypan -whose real name is Siggy-, Minho, Newt, Teresa, and Sonya -Newts sister-. Brenda had short black hair that was down to about her shoulders. She wore a black long-sleeved fishnet shirt with a black crop top hoodie that had a ghost on the front of the hoodie on top. Brenda had on jean shorts and black vans with white strips along the sides. Frypan was about as tall as Thomas with an extremely short haircut. He had a darker complexion and was wearing a white turtleneck sweater with light brown overalls and white converse. Minho had spikey yet fluffy black hair, a paler complexion and was more well-built than Thomas. Minho wore ripped jeans, a navy-blue long-sleeved shirt, a black My Chemical Romance t-shirt, and black vans. Newt was probably as tall as Teresa making him the shortest boy in the group. He had fluffy dirty blonde hair, and he wore a white t-shirt, a brown-ish green hoodie with a skeleton print on it, light blue ripped jeans with fishnet stockings underneath, and black converse. Sonya was Newts twin sister. she had long strawberry blonde hair that she pulled into a braid, a white turtleneck sweater, a brown jacket, and a dark brown plaid skirt. She wore knee high socks with two black stripes at the top and black converse. Teresa was pale and had long black hair. She wore a pastel blue dress with a black belt, black leggings, and pastel blue high heels. Thomas was fairly average as he had neat black hair, a tanner complexion, and wore a dark blue t-shirt, black ripped jeans, a white hoodie tied around his waist, and white vans. They had other friends named Aris, Harriet, and Gally but they were already in class. They all sat at the fountain talking about their plans for the weekend coming up in two days. All of a sudden Thomas spoke up "How do you gut someone...?" he asked. Everyone went silent as they knew that this was the week leading up to the one-year anniversary of his mother's murder.

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-Minho's POV-

I was unsettled by the quiet, so I started to speak. "You take a knife, and you cut from groin to sternum-" Newt cut me off. "It's called tact jerk wad." I immediately shut up. "I meant how could someone gut a person and take away their life? It doesn't make sense." I wanted to explain that it gave a rush, but Brenda spoke up. "Because the guy who killed your mother was a monster! A soulless, heartless, monster!" I immediately jumped in "Or maybe they had a good reason." Aris spoke up next, "Whatever the reason. They won't walk free. I promise we'll figure it out." He spoke. Newt stood up and excused himself to go to class. Newt had always been more punctual than we were. A few minutes passed before we all left for our classes.

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-Newt's POV-

I was sitting at my desk. Minho walked in about two minutes after class started, per usual, Minho was always the type of guy to be fashionably late. Minho took his seat next to me and started paying attention to the lesson. I felt bad for Thomas, honestly. Nobody deserves for that to happen. As the boring lecture went on, Minho offered to skip class, he always did. "No Minho, we have to focus." I replied. This was going to be a long day.

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-Thomas's POV-

I was in my class looking at photos of me and Newt on my phone. Newt had been my best friend for about four years now. He had been by my side all throughout my mother's death. I really owe him a lot, I guess he doesn't really have too many wishes considering he gets to sit next to his boyfriend Minho in all of his classes. I was lucky to have Frypan, Gally, Teresa, and Harriett in my class. Today we were learning to dissect frogs. I couldn't handle it as it reminded me too much of my mother's murder. I knew we got the right person, but I can't shake the feeling that he was framed.