If There Is A Light

Chapter 9

She was not sure how she felt about Newt being a runner. The previous night Newt explained just about everything he knew (well she assumed). She knew there had to be people like Newt and Minho who did that job. They were the brave ones who risked their lives for the rest of them. She was relieved when he told her she would not have to try out that one.

She was just not cut out for that. She wished she was, but something like this was more her speed. Gally sent her up on the roof of the homestead. There was a leak and she was replacing the wooden shingles. She could handle jobs like that. A set and attainable goal. She could feel accomplished when she was finished. She had done something helpful and something that bettered their circumstances... and this time she would not need Frypan to come behind her and fix it.

"Whoa Greenie! Wasn't sure you were gonna be able to do it!"

She looked over at Gally who had climbed up on the ladder. She just did not like him, and was very tempted to just push the ladder over (it was not that high). Of course Alby might have something to say about that; plus she really did not want to spend another night in the pit, "Sexist much?"

Gally got a wicked grin and her hands immediately covered her mouth, "You talk, eh?"

She could not believe she had just done that. She felt sick and guilty and angry, because this was all really his fault. "Well, you were being stupid it's not my fault. You better not say anything!" She whispered harshly. She really did not want anyone else to hear her.

"Well what are you gonna do about it?" Gally challenged.

"Use my girly hands to bash your head in." She spoke quietly. She really had not meant to speak to him. She did not even like him... hardly tolerated him really. Worst of all was she had a feeling that Newt was not going to be happy with her.

"Relax, Greenie. I ain't gonna tell anyone."

The maze was boring today. Minho and Newt already knew it like the back of their hands. They knew where to stay away from on which days and where to go (unfortuneatley none of the paths led to an exit). Minho and Newt kept their day interesting with playful banter and conversations. It was safe to sat that the two had become best friends. Not only had they been there as long as Alby and Gally, but they spend their days together as well.

"Keep it in your pants, horndog." Minho chuckled at his friend.

"Ha ha... seriously though."

"You know she's working with Gally today, right?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"There's fifty guys out here, Newt. Don't get too crazy. You ain't gonna be the only one competing for her attention." Minho explained. He figured if he was a girl he would choose Newt over everyone else (well besides himself of course), but he was not a girl and they probably did not base their decisions on which guy was the least annoying to another guy.

"But the blushing..."

Minho sighed knowing that Newt was not going to give it up until he got a straight answer, "Yeah that's a good sign."