The Glader Girls

6 // Cleopa

Cleopa's POV

How come everyone in the Glade knows what job they want? I think I want to be a track-hoe but a builder sounds pretty good. I'm torn between the two. Maybe if I could do both part time? I make a mental note to ask Alby about that later. I was told today I'll be given a taste of what it's like to be a Slicer, that's just amazing; I'm not great with gore and the smell of the raw meat coming from the small hut makes me gag. I approach it, trying my hardest not to be sick.
"How can I help?" I ask Winston, a spotty guy who works as a slicer.
"Y'see those slices of meat?" I nod, looking at them. "Just cut them up into equal sizes of about this big." He motions with his hand. I pick up a big knife from a tray and start cutting the meat. It's slimy and I know my hands will smell for at least a few days.
What feels like an hour later I'm done, Winston then tells me to put them into a plastic crate and take them over to the kitchen, where Frypan, Monroe and some other guy are preparing some food, did I mention that Monroe got her job as a cook?
"Here's the meat for tonight." I say placing the crate down under the work surface.
"Thanks, what's your name again?" Frypan asks me before I head back.
"Cleopa." I say quietly.
"Sorry?" I hate being shy.
"Cleopa." I say more loudly.
"Weird name." He says with a small smile.
"I know, Frypan." I reply and he grins.
"I think you and me are gonna get along. Now go head back to work, Winston will think you've left him." I walk back to find Winston's opening a box of meat from earlier on. I throw up when the smell hits me, wiping my mouth with my sleeve after.
"You head off to the Homestead, I don't think this jobs for you." Winston says respectfully. I nod my head in thanks and walk to the Homestead.

"Hey" I said as Thomas ran through the entrance of the glade.

"Hey" He panted back.

"Tired"

"Yeah"

"Have this" I handed him my canteen of water "I got it from the med jacks, I don't need it, it's fine" I went on because of the weird look he gave me.

"Y'sure? "

"Mhmm" We then made our way to the campfire which was to be lit soon. I sat with him and Newt and we watched all the people crowding around. I glanced at Thomas to see he was staring at Nightingale. I nudged him with my shoulder.

"You like her?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.

"I mean... she's pretty and really nice too...maybe?"

"Well I'd talk to her, get to know her, before some other shank makes a move on her"

"Good idea, I'll go talk to her in a bit, but first; who have you got your eyes on?"

"Well...no one... what I meant is... I haven't really uh..." I say, blushing, truth is I thought Newt was kinda sweet. They laughed at my suspense and soon enough they seemed to have forgotten. After a bit more chatting Thomas went to find Nightingale. We'd been drinking this golden drink while we were chatting and now Newt and I were just taking it in turn to take a wigs. We Joked about giggling like kids at everything we said. When Thomas got back we were non-stop giggling. Thomas just chuckled at our state.
"So how'd it go with Nightingale?" I manage to get out. Me and Newt stop giggling when-
"She wants to be a runner, like me we could run together!" Thomas squealed hopefully. Newt and I explode with laughter at that.
"I think you two need some rest now, come on" He helps Newt up and then me. Thomas starts walking towards homestead. I lift my foot to take a step and fall for. I lay there chuckling. I feel someone pick me up. I look to see Newt.
"Uh, guys? Is that even safe?" Thomas worries.
"Yeah, go bang Night! You can do it Tommy!" I say then laugh.
"Hey, that's what I call him!" Newt says as we laugh.
"Then I can be our thing. " I conclude. I realise he's still holding me. I hear loud jokingful remarks, I glance to see then coming from Monroe and Minho.
"I'm tired" I moan like a kid. I heard a remark coming from Monroe saying to Minho "I bet that's not the only time she's moaning to Newt."
"Me too." Newt stated ignoring Monroe and Minho and heading to homestead after Thomas, his limp made me feel guilty for letting him carry me. He lays me down onto my hammock and tucks me in like I'm a 5 year old.
"Sleep tight" He whispers then I'm asleep.

I awake with a thumping headache. I rub my head and yawn, groaning tiredly. I remember that my medjack training starts today. I quickly get up and head over to the kitchen for breakfast; just toast for me. I shove it down quickly and head over to where Jeff and Clint work.
"Hey, I'm here for the training" I say, entering one of the rooms one of the rooms. All I see is a guy with blood all over his torso before Jeff takes me to a guy with a smaller injury. I dealt with splinters, scratches, cuts and one lad who somehow got a thorn in his chest.
"You know why it is through?" Jeff when I Joked about it.
"No... why?"
"They think your hot."

Sorry for that ending;) for those wondering the media for this chapter is another cover I made idk. Check the conversations section of this account if you want to know why there's only updates on Sundays:)) our maths teacher resigned today oml. Anyway, much love from me and btw we'll soon be getting into the story better soon so it will be a lot more interesting k -L xx