Another Girl (Book 1)

Chapter Four- Blackout

I opened my eyes and realized I was still underneath the tree. It was about afternoon. I got up and stretched my legs. I let out a small yawn and fixed my hair a little.

What was the dream about? Was that actually Newt? Did we know each their when we were kids?

"Samantha." Minho ran up to me eagerly. I turned to face him, setting my thoughts aside. He had a smile on his face, and unlike most times, it was actually genuine. I suddenly grew with worry and panic.

"Minho? Are you okay? Why are you smiling? Minho, stop smiling your scaring me." I faked as if I were a little girl scared of whatever she was scared of.

Minho rolled his eyes. "Hello to you too. You know, you've always got to ruin the moment. Here I was, standing before you excited to give you some news then you go and be your self."

"Okay, okay." I sighed. "What is it?"

"We decided to make you a Runner." he said.

"Why? Newt has a limp and he caught up to me." I told him. "Doesn't that make me slow?"

"Well for starters, you only had like a ten foot start and plus Newt tackled you." I suddenly thought about the bruise near my abdomen.

"When do I start?" I asked.

"Tomorrow." Minho paused for a second then took of running towards another Glader.

As I laid against the tree, something weird happened. The sky suddenly turned gray. I stared at it, watching the remains of it turning from blue to gray.

"Samantha!" Newt yelled at me. I snapped my attention towards him. He was running towards me. He grabbed my hand and took me underneath a shelter.

I didn't let go of his hand. "What's happening?"

"I don't know." Newt said, looking at the gray clouds. "I think rain, but usually it's always sunny."

"Shucking rain?" Minho asked coming under the hut. "What happened to the sky? What happened to the sun?"

"I'm not sure." Newt shook his head. "Guys." He looked alarmed. He looked as if he saw a Griever rip out someone's eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"When Teresa came, she had a slip of paper and it said, she's the last one, ever written on it. If she's the last one, what are you doing here?" Newt asked in disbelief.

Minho's eyes went wide. "I think the Creators are making this a game. Changing the weather and who shows up at the Glade."

"What if they're trying to end this game?" I muttered under my breath. Newt glanced at me, but brushed it off and I noticed he still held his hand in mine.

"Newt, what's happening?" Thomas asked suddenly next to us.

"I'm pretty sure it's about to rain." he repeated like did earlier.

"Why are the Creators changing the weather?" Thomas asked with a confused expression.

"I don't know." Newt said blankly. He and the Creators must have some beef. "We think they're trying to make this a game."

I couldn't help but think. Creators. The word echoed in my head. It sounded so familiar, like thinking of someone's name and not knowing but it's at the tip of your tongue. Were these Creators the people in my dream? I started to feel dizzy. And was it really Newt from my dream? I stumbled but caught myself.

"Sam? Are you alright?" Newt asked, but his voice sounded distant leaving an echo. My legs weakened by the second. "Sam?" And somehow the last word to come out of Newt's mouth made me black out.

"I'm scared." I tell Newt and he takes his hand in mine. We were both sitting in chairs, in a white room along with other boys and girls. We all wore white shirts, white pants and white shoes.

"Don't worry, Sam. We'll make it through together." he promised, but I still had my doubts. I was trembling inside.

"What are we?" I asked.

"Subjects." Newt looked confused as to why we're called that. "We are in Group A."

"What's going to happen?"

"I don't know. I want my mum, my dad and Lizzy. I miss my dad, I didn't want him to die."

At fourteen years old, I shouldn't have been needing to worry about this. But I was. "Newt," I said, squeezing his hand. "If we're seperated, will you find me?"

"Of course. Will you do the same for me?"

"Yes." Just then, the guards took Newt away. We held hands until it was too far to reach each other and stood there with sad looks shared between our eyes.

"Newt!" I screamed, tears flowing out of my eyes.

"Sam!" he screamed back, trying to fight the guard. The guard was to strong.

"Never forget me! Never forget me, Sammy!"

I woke up, my head hurting. I felt a damp rag on my forehead and saw Clint, one of the med-jacks, watching me.

"She's awake!" Clint exclaimed and Jeff came over to check up on me.

"Newt," I whispered, barely audible. I'm barely sure if I heard it. My vision was blurry.

"Sam," Newt said, kneeling at my side. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." I said, a little louder.

"I'll go get you food." Newt said, standing up and heading for the door.

"Newt," I called out.

He spun around. "Yes?"

I could feel myself about to black out again.

"I'm glad you found me."

Then everything went dark.