The night came quickly. The day had been extremely stressful. I am quite surprised I hadnt passed out once. Back in the Glade, I was not the toughest flower.(I wasnt the weakest either!)
Peter had given Newt and I a personal cot because we insisted we came as a package and because Mihno added, "Trust me. They need a personal place. You never know what you'll see when two lovers are in bed...together...which those two tend to do!" Peter is maybe Mihno's brother from anothher mother, because he laughed...a lot. I never thought I would see him laugh, but he did. When he stopped laughing, I swear I could see him whisper "Trust me, I do."
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Next Morning
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I woke up sweaty. There was no nightmare, but that's because my brain decided to give me a break since I lived in a nightmare. Newt was still asleep in a bed next to mine. The two beds were pushed together slightly so Newt could hold my hand because Peter made us sleep on seperate beds from Mihno's warning. That slint- head
I got out of my bed quietly and made my way toward the "Bathroom"
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Amoung The Shadows
FanfictionWhat if Wicked failed to reach the Gladers. What if they were saved by a legend. A legend whose true colors are yet to be discovered...
