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CHAPTER FOUR
( ACCIDENT )

     THE REST OF THE DAY went by quickly. And before I knew it, I was sitting down at a picnic table, eating a piece of steak. Across from me is Chuck, Minho, and Nik with Newt and Garret in the spots next to me.

It might only be my second day here, but I already feel at home.

Some of the Gladers here, have a . . . constipated look as they glance in my direction. I know that it's hatred in their eyes, but I refuse to accept it. They don't even know me. So how could they already hate me?

I stare at my plate, my eyes narrowed.

Unless these people remember me . . .

The day I got here, I immediately recognized Minho. I don't know how or why, but I did. Maybe the same thing is happening to the Gladers. Maybe they remember things about me- that even I don't know about.

"Grace?" Garret nudges me lightly, pulling me from my concentrated thoughts.

"Huh?" I ask, looking up at the boys around me. Garret chuckles.

"I asked if you knew what job you wanted. Even if you haven't tried them, you'd probably have an idea of what you want to do." He says.

"Oh." I run my fingers through my hair. "Well, I'm not sure at the moment."

"I think you'd be a good Track-hoe." Nik smiles.

"That sounds rude." Chuck turns to him. "Do any of you guys have emotion around here?"

"Yeah, but-"

But Chuck cuts Nik off. "No, you don't. I think that Grace would make a good Med-jack."

"Nah, she's a Runner." Minho shakes his head.

"I'm on a vote for Med-jack." Garret pipes. Newt just rolls his eyes, and continues to eat.

"I'm gonna go," I sigh, standing up. "I'll see you guys later."

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Later on that night, I find myself leaning on a tree, staring at the sky. I close my eyes, and pull my knees to my chest.

Rough day?

I huff to myself as Thomas' voice rings through my mind.

Unfortunately, yes. I reply. I just want to remember.

It takes time, Grace.

I know. I groan. But I just want to know why everyone looks at me like I'm evil. I don't even know these people.

They might have saw you before. He pauses. You just have to give it a little time.

Time, time, time. Why can't I know now? Why can't you just tell me?