What happens when a girl is sent up in the maze? Let alone a pregnant one?
Vivian has been sent up into a maze full of boys while seven months pregnant.
How will she get out? Will her baby be ok? Will she be ok?
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Gally speaks. "I think I've made my opinions pretty clear already."
"Good that." I say with yet another roll of the eyes. "Go on then Minho."
"No!" Gally yells, making a couple of Keepers jump in their seats. "I still wanna say something."
"Then bloody say it," I say exasperated.
"Just think about it," Gally begins. "This slinthead comes up in the Box acting all confused and scared. A few days later, he's running around the Maze with Grievers, acting like he owns the place."
Gally continues his rant. "I think it was all an act. How could he have done what he did out there after just a few days? I ain't buyin' it. How can we trust this shank after less than a week? Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying."
"Fine, Gally," I say. "I'm sorry. We heard you. and we'll all consider your bloody recommendation. Are you done?"
"Yes, I'm done. And I'm right."
With no more words for Gally, I point at Minho. "Go ahead, last but not least."
Minho stands quickly, taking everyone off guard. "I was out there; I saw what this guy did-he stayed strong with Vivian while I turned into a panty-wearin' chicken. No blabbin' on and on like Gally. I want to say my recommendation and be done with it."
I suck in a breath at Vivians name. "Good that." I say. "Tell us, then."
Minho looks at Thomas. "I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners."
Complete silence fills the room, as if the world had been frozen, and every member of the Council stared at Minho. I sit stunned, waiting for the Runner to say hes kidding.
Gally finally broke the spell, standing up. "That's ridiculous!" He faces me and pointed back at Minho, who had taken his seat again. "He should be kicked off the Council for saying something so stupid."
Some Keepers seemed to actually agree with Minho's recommendation-like Frypan, who claps to drown out Gally, clamoring to take a vote. Others didn't. Winston shakes his head adamantly.
"SLIM IT!" I yell. "Shuck it. I've never seen so many shanks acting like teat-suckin' babies. We may not look it, but around these parts we're adults. Act like it, or we'll disband this bloody Council and start from scratch." I stand walking from end to end of the curved row of sitting Keepers, looking each of them in the eye as he spoke. "Are we clear?"
Everyone nods even Gally.
"Good that." I walked back to my chair and sit down and rock Valley to sleep again. I then looked up at Minho. "That's some pretty serious klunk, brother. Sorry, but you need to talk it up to move it forward."
Minho sighs, but he starts defending his proposal. "It's sure easy for you shanks to sit here and talk about something you're stupid on. I'm the only Runner in this group, and the only other one here who's even been out in the Maze is Newt."
