Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 4-The New Begining

The person I meant was Chris. He was an amazing friend. I had many...friends... in the Glade, but he was my partner in crime. I may have actually liked him once. Once. Now it probably wouldnt matter because he is gone. I watched him being dragged around a corner of the Maze. I tried to run after him but Newt held me. He calmed me down and told me Chris was gone and if I wasnt catious, I would be too. I trusted Newt's judgment and stayed with the rest of the Gladers. The remaining Gladers I should note.

I snaped out of my thoughts when Mihno plopped down next to me. Oh No! I was surrounded by sassy boys!!!!

Mihno looked from Peter to me then back again. He raised his brow and said, "This over here looks suspicious! I will tell Newt Faith! You better not be cheating on ol' limpy!" Peter started laughing, puckered his lips, and leaned in as if to kiss me. I sprung up from the log and Mihno joined into Peter's chorus of laughter. I turned away from them because I heard footsteps in our direction. Sure enough, Newt was limping toward us.
"I saw that...what you shanks did there." Then he started laughing too. he slung his arm across my shoulders and whispered to me, "If these shucks mess with you again, you tell me. And yes, I heard what Mihno said to you." I flipped around so that I was facing Newt and melted into his arms. I enjoy long hugs especialy when they come from Newt who is much taller than I am. I love him. When we were together. no matter how scary the situation, I always felt safe. He was my safe haven. Whether we were in Neverland or not. (Although, Neverland seems safer than the Glade;)

I pulled away and Newt grabbed my hand. While still in my embrace with Newt, I noticed Peter did not look very happy. We locked eyes for a second. Newt must have noticed, so he showed Peter that we were conected and that is how it would stay. I sort of liked it when he got jelous. He was extremely cute when he did everything possible to show everyone I was his.

Peter shook his head as if waking himself from a session of day dreaming. He stood up from the log and started, "I understand you have been through alot recently, but that does not mean you will slack off in my camp. You will be given jobs and things to do around camp. You should tell your friends. I am sure they will be happy to know they will now fit in! There are new clothes in chests that are located near your beds. They all have your names on them."
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After Peter's Short Speach
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After Newt entered our cot, I began to look for my chest. In deed, it was next to my bed. It wasnt there earlier though. My name was carved into it next to a scrached out mark. I could make out a few letters. M...A...R...Y. Mary.

The chest must have belonged to the girl Peter was talking about. I wonder what he meant when he said he pushed her out. I wonder if Teresa and I had to share a chest or if she had one of her own. I decided not to dwel on the topic, and instead to open the chest because Newt was already picking out his clothing. I ran my fingers over the crossed out name one last time and lifted the lid. I was semi surprised that the chest did not only contain clothing.