Yours, Mine, Ours. | A Newtmas Story
"It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember"
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"Greenie, This is Newt."
Newt was calm, and charming at first glance. Yet, when Thomas gets to know him, things...
"He found himself thinking of Newt, maybe the one he liked most of all, not immune."
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Alby continued to show him this, "Glade" of his.
Many boys seemed to be laboring, doing certain jobs. One was gardening, the other was treating the wounded. But, how did they get wounded?
He saw a particularly smaller boy who introduced himself as Chuck. Others congratulated him, because apparently, he wasn't the "greenie" anymore.
Towards the end of the tour, Alby introduced one last person.
"Greenbean, meet Newt. He's in charge when i'm not around."
"Hey, greenie. Don't worry, I won't bust your chops like Gally will. Just wait till 'ya meet him.."
What a guy. He seemed kind. Not like Chuck, of course, but kind. He was above averagely tall, had blonde hair.
What was most intriguing was his accent. It sounded different than the other gladers. He liked it. And, he wasn't as cruel and doubtful of him.
NEWT
More greenies, he thought. Every month, like clockwork, another damn greenie. This boy was no different. He seemed curious. Scared. Like a little boy with a small bladder. That reminds me of Chuck..
