Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 40//

Sorry for late posting guys. school and work get on top of this, should be getting back into the swing of thinsg. Dont fret, i wont leave the story unfinished

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"Gally, try to keep some buggin' order here. If you're gonna blabber your shuck mouth every time I say something, you can go ahead and bloody leave, because I'm not in a very cheerful mood"

Newt growled and I smirked, folding my arms as Gally grumbled, slouching in his seat as he scowled around the room. Honestly, the boy was like a child with the way he was acting. He just needed to shut up and maybe people would like him.

"Reason we're here is because almost every lovin' kid in the glade has come up to me in the last day or two either boo-hooing about Thomas or beggin' to take his bloody hand in marriage. We need to decide what we're going to do with him"

I heard a chair creak behind me as someone leaned forward, don't need eyes in the back of my head to know it was Gally. Newt cut in before the freaky eyebrowed boy could even open his flapping mouth.

"You'll have your chance, Gally. One at a time. And Tommy, you're not allowed to say a buggin thing until we ask you to. Good that?"

Thomas nodded to Newt with consent before the blonde boy's eyes wondered over the crowd to the far right, where the tall stocky blonde boy who looked after the gardens was sat.

"Zart the fart, you start"

The boy I had a close friendship with looked at Thomas, seemingly very uncomfortable as he lumbered himself to his feet, he looked unsure what to say. Like he didn't know himself, I expected Zart to have a reasonable answer.

"Well, I don't know. He broke one of our most important rules. We can't just let people think that's okay. But then again, he's... changed things. Now we know we can survive out there, and that we can beat the grievers"

I could see a smile fighting to break onto Thomas's face as he stared at Zart. I smiled at the keeper, I knew he would have some sort of logical answer, he always seemed like a logical person. Well as logical as you could get in the Glade.

"Oh, give me a break, I bet Minho's the one who actually got rid of the stupid things"

"Gally, shut your hole! I'm the bloody Chair right now, and if I hear one more buggin' word out of turn from you, I'll be arranging' another banishing for your sorry butt"

Newt grumbled and Gally whispered a 'please' but soon shut his trap. I could see the energy draining from Newt in mere seconds. He just sighed before slumping down in the seat next to me, subtly brushing his hand over mine. Poor Newt.

"Is that it Zart, any recommendations?"

Zart shook his head before he sat down, we moved onto Frypan. I expected no less than what came barrelling out of the bearded man's mouth.

"Shank's got more guts than I've fried up from every pig and cow in the last year. How stupid is this – he saves Alby's life, kills a couple of grievers, and were sitting here yappin' about what to do with him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk"

"So, what're ya recommendin'?"

Newt asked as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at the cook. Frypan smiled through his beard.

"Put him on the freaking council and have him train us on everything he did out there"

There was an eruption of voices in the room and arguments, I could almost feel Newt's pain. He put his forehead on my shoulder for a few seconds before he sat up. Looking at everyone in the semi-circle with anger pulsing through his features.