CHAPTER 48
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TW: Panic Attack
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My back hurts.
But Thomas' must hurt even more.
We were in the pit since yesterday night and now it was morning.
Last night we slept with our backs against the wall. His arm was still wrapped around my shoulder and my head was now resting on the side of his torso.
We still are in the same position.
"Awh what a day to see two siblings sleeping next to each other like four-year-olds". He said in a mocking tone.
"Morning to you too, Minho". I replied straightening my back.
Slowly Thomas and I tried to get up as Minho was opening the pit.
"Did you seriously sleep like that for the past I don't know how many hours?" He frowned as we were getting out.
"Unfortunately yes". Thomas stretched his hands in the air.
"Chuck was right. You are not a good sleeping mate". I let out a sigh hoping the pain in my back would eventually go away.
"What do you mean? I was literally not moving-not even breathing-so you could sleep!" He hissed.
"Thomas, will you come to prepare or are you planning to sit this one out and argue over sleeping?" He arched an eyebrow.
"Okay coming". He nodded at Minho. Thomas pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear. "Make it up with him".
I let go and shot him a look.
"Bye!" I waved off and turned to leave but something stopped me-
"Oh, Stella". Minho said. "After we come back I need to speak with you". He nodded. "And Newt".
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I believe I have never been more nervous in my life before.
What did Minho tell me?
He wants to speak with me-and Newt. The problem is what did he want to speak about? Whatever it is, it is definitely not good.
I watched the three Runners run into the Maze. I shook myself off and headed towards the kitchen.
"Morning Fry". I shot him a smile.
"Morning Stella. Brave thing you did out there". He smiled at me while preparing the meal.
"I suppose it was". I let out a sigh and lowered my smile. "But there was no outcome you know. I just did something and got punished". I shrugged.
"You know". He looked around lowering his voice. "I think Minho is considering on giving you a chance".
I froze.
Is that what he wanted to talk about when they got back?
"What-what do you mean?" I stammered.
"I'm not sure. But you clearly have a big chance. You knocked out a Griever and that is useful". He looked up at me handing me the plate. "Here you go. Enjoy". He shot me a smile as if this conversation never happened.
"Thank you". I gave him a small smile walking off.
That is quite a mystery.
A mystery which I will have the answer but I have to wait for almost nine hours from now.
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𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt
Fanfiction𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐲-To turn into or as if into a star; place among the stars; to glorify.
