Made To Run

Chapter 6

I wake up to the smell of food and Minho?!! His arms are still wrapped me protectively. I muffle a giggle as he snores quietly. I untangle myself from Minho and grab some clothes so I could go and change in the small bathroom next door. As I pull on a grey polka-dot bra, Minho walks in eyes blurry with sleep. "WHAT THE SHUCK MINHO!?!! Get out! I'm changing!" I shriek. I shove him out, blushing madly. After that I pull on a dark grey and aqua hoodie and my boots. I go to the dining hall and sit down next to Rikki and Minho. "Waffles." Alek mumbles, mouth full of syrupy awesomeness. I pass him the plate of waffles and he takes 3! Wow that kid sure can eat. Newt is sitting quietly next to Alby, who is also stuffing his face with waffles. "Eat, Newt, you shuck-faced shucky shuck. Starvin' yourself aint gonna help you or anyone else." Alek says loudly. "Yeah. Today you have runner training with me greenie. You can't eat lunch until you're done with all of the exercises. So eat up." Minho says with a smirk. "I'll help," I say "I need to get in shape again before I get back into the maze." He shugs. "If you want to..." he laughs mischeviously.

                                                                ~~~2 HOURS LATER~~~~

After some streaching and glaring at Miho sun bathing on a lawn chair with my Ray-Ban sunglasses perched on head, we had finished the 100, 200, 400, and 500. Newt did suprisingly well in the 100 and 200, but a tad worse in the 400 and 500. I walk over to Minho and whisper "I think Newt could b a runner," take my sunglasses off of his head and walk away.

This time the picture is Alek.