𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝝠𝗧𝗛𝗪𝝠𝗬𝗦-𝗠𝝠𝗭𝗘 𝝝𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 ➳ TMR

Chapter 6- Six finching minutes

Someone called Jackson and Leo were lowered into the Box so they could get her out.

A group of boys standing holding ropes made out of ivy vines waiting to pull them up, most of the Gladers around me were in a reserved shock: milling with solemn faces, kicking loose stones and saying nothing at all.

They didn't seem scared anymore, they appeared to be... surprised?

No... I need Mari's reading people powers right now.

Okay, they are all craning their necks, eyes alight with a bit of intrigue, their attention fixated on the Box.

Of course, they're curious!

I can't tell if it's about if the girl is actually dead or how she looks like. I would guess the second one.

The only one I recognised holding onto the ropes was Gally, ready to hoist her, Leo and Jackson out of the Box.

A voice from one of the boys came through the air, shouting that they were ready, and Gally and a couple of others started pulling up the rope.

A few grunts and you could see the girl's lifeless body coming up like a drag doll.

She was dragged out, across the edge and onto one of the stone blocks making up the ground of the glade.

Everyone immediately ran forward, forming a pack crowd around her, I could feel their excitement hovering in the air.

Really not the time, I wanted to shout.

But Mari, Thomas and I stayed back.

The silence giving me the creeps, as if they just dug up a grave.

I'd rather stay here than push me through the crowd, which even if I wanted to was impossible. They stood so close like a wall surrounding the poor, dead girl.

"Mari, Diana, get over here" Alby said, not bothering to be polite about it.

All head snatch back to us, I should be used to it but the tension making me go back to panic.

I forced myself to walk forward, hearing light footsteps from Mari behind me.

The Gladers making a path for us, leading to Alby and Newt.

They both knelt beside the girl.

She had long raven-black hair and a rather pale face, flawless skin though.

"Do you two know this girl?" Alby asked sounding ticked off.

I was confused by that question, like yeah we know a dead girl that came up in your finching Glade. "Why would we know her?"

"Was she in your Glade?" He questioned, I looked at Mari.

I could clearly not answer that, even if she was from our Spring, I only know maximum a quarter of the Girls. I was never there in the day and at night nobody was awake, neither me or the people.

The last time I maybe spoke to a Blondie was more than two years ago and that was Anne the Blondie a few after me.

The others I actually talked to, were the ones who came up with me and none were that girl we're seeing right now.

"No, I don't seem to recognise her. She wasn't one of the Icers." Mari stated sounding convinced of what she was saying was right.

I just nodded, I'm sure that Mari was correct.

"You're sure?" He looked like he wanted to believe us but if he did, there wouldn't be an explanation on who she was.

"Yes, I trust Mari's word and I don't recognise her either."