It Wasn't Real

Extra 2

A/N: Okay so this is far too late for a Christmas chapter but I don't care. I wrote this on Christmas Eve as a present to AG2000 and we both weren't able to work on it until now. So here you go.

Also, if you liked this story I have good news! When AG2000 and I realized back when I finished chapter 15 of It Wasn't Real that this story was soon to be finished. We didn't want to end it but sadly all (Hopefully) good things come to an end. We have been talking since chapter 17 about a possible sequel and what it would be about, and we have finally solved a plot and have the prologue and chapter 1 completed! So you will be seeing that soon. Don't worry everything is planned out so it won't be a write by chapter and see how it turns out kind of thing. We really wanted you to enjoy it as much as you enjoyed It Wasn't Real, so we worked really hard to make it just as good. I don't know when it will be posted as I want to get a few more chapters written so you won't be waiting outrageous amounts of time for each chapter. So until then enjoy these Extras!

Newt walked into Arthur's study, raising his eyebrow in confusion when he saw his uncle decorating a giant tree. "Why is there a bloody tree in your study, and why are you decorating it?"

Arthur didn't look up from his decorating. "It's for Christmas of course."

Newt looked even more confused. "Christmas?"

Arthur stopped his decorating to turn to Newt. "You don't know what Christmas is? Who doesn't know what Christmas is!? Have you been living under a rock or something?" Newt's confusion turned to annoyance. "Oh, right. I forgot."

"So what is Christmas?"

Arthur stepped down from the step stool and sat in his chair. "It's the day we celebrate the birth of Jesus." Newt once again looked confused by the name. "I'll explain that later. Christmas is when you decorate a Christmas tree and hang stockings. Then the next morning Santa Clause comes and leaves gifts, your family and friends come over and eat Christmas dinner and exchange gifts."

Newt nodded. "Who is Santa Clause?"

Arthur chuckled. "He is an old man who lives in the North Pole, and every Christmas Eve, he flies on his sleigh pulled by flying reindeer and brings presents to everyone who is good."

"That doesn't sound the least bit real." Newt dead panned.

Arthur smiled softly. "It isn't. That part is just a cute myth for kids to be excited about, but you have to admit it's fun to think about."

Newt smirked mischievously. "I have an idea."

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Thomas woke up early and after getting dressed and ready, went down to get breakfast. Only to walk into a group of Gladers crowded outside the Cafeteria doors, complaining and grumbling about being hungry.

Thomas walked over to Gally, Chuck, and Minho. "What is going on?" He asked.

"The shucking cafeteria is locked." Gally said.

"Yeah, and I'm starving." Minho grumbled, a few of the Gladers shouting in agreement.

The cafeteria doors opened and Arthur walked out smiling. "You may go in now." The Gladers cheered and walked in.

The cafeteria looked amazing. Christmas decorations were everywhere; A giant banner that said 'Merry Christmas' in red and green was hung on the entrance to the common room on the left wall, gold, silver, red, and green tinsel hung from the ceiling, red and green tablecloths were placed on every table, and giant candy canes created a path to the serving counters, but what really caught the Gladers' eyes was the giant Christmas tree brightly shining in the center of the room.

"Merry Christmas!" Newt said cheerfully from beside the Christmas tree.

After a quick explanation, everyone grabbed a festive tray and grabbed some food. The cafeteria served turkey, ham, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, and an abundance of pies and Christmas cookies.

Soon enough, they were all full. "Present time!" Newt called.

They handed out stockings and gifts to each Glader. Minho got a new knife, Gally got supplies to build whatever he wanted, Chuck got a sketchbook and pencils, and Thomas got a journal and some pens.

"Thanks Newt!" They all cheered.

"You're welcome." Newt said, smiling the brightest he had in a while.

"Presents aren't over yet." Arthur said, handing Newt a beautifully wrapped gift. "Here."

Newt ripped the wrapping paper off. It was a picture of a six-year-old Newt, standing in front of two figures, a man and a woman, and Arthur. The man had an arm around the woman's waist and a hand on Newt's shoulder, the woman was smiling and held Newt's hand in hers, Arthur was standing next to the woman with a hand on her shoulder and a smile on his face, and Newt himself was smiling brightly as he held his mother's hand. It shocked Newt to see himself look so young and happy.

"That's Julianne and William, your Mom and Dad." Arthur explained, pointing to the woman and man.

Newt's eyes were wide and tear filled as he stared at the picture in shock and awe. He finally looked up at Arthur. "Thank you." He whispered, hugging his uncle. "Thank you so much."

Arthur smiled and hugged back. "You're welcome Sammy."

A/N: Thank you AG2000 for proofreading!