Newt imagines 2

The box?

I scowled at the rows of desks, as I stood besides Newt, dressed in stupid uniform. I had a polo shirt and a black skirt and these ridiculous things called tights. Newt was lucky he got bloody trousers!

Everyone had their eyes on us, I could see Newt slightly red with embarrassment, I just hated them all already. The sooner I was out of here the better, oh wait that's fucking 7 hours away. Kill me!

We were introduced to the class of 30 boys... And girls, who were already gossiping about me, I've literally been here for six minutes.
Newt was sat with a bunch of boys who all said hi, I was sat with the supposedly nice girls, they all wore a shit load of face dust and chewed gum. I just kept to myself staring off at Newt, I wanted to be in his arms right now. Curled up in a grassy corner, lay against the maze wall. Alone. Just us, making out, chatting, laughing. Not having to be encaged as siblings.
Over the day I moved closer to him, each lesson I would slowly move to another desk, and he would also move staying one ahead of me. I became a chase of cat and mouse. Newt kept flashing me looks to say back off. His new friends all laughing at me, whilst he sat there joining in. Not like in the glade. He would have punched those shuckfaces in the gob.
That wasn't even the worst of it. The worst was having to sit with all the girls and listen to what they had to say. Commenting on Newt's body, face, muscles. Listen to them plan to get with him at the 'disco tomorrow'. Whatever that was. Sounded horrible.

It was at lunch I set my snare, running into the seat next to Newt, giving a boy, who had wanted the seat, evil looks. I sat down with a red tray, green plastic plate and a yellow plastic cup. What was this?
What was the food? I picked up a triangle of soggy bread smothered in red paste, a oily yellow rubber and pepperoni. "What is this?" I asked Newt, feeling the thing, it left my hands slippy in grease.
He rolled his eyes. "It's food." He turned his back to me, talking to his new mate. He was so quick to replace Minho and Thomas and Alby. Too quick.
I scowled at the stuff. "This is food?"
A guy besides me picked up his triangle taking a juicy bite. "It's pizza.... You've never seen pizza before?"
I shook my head but Newt interjected. "Yes! Yes we have, come on y/n mum makes it every Friday." He gave me wide eyes telling me to go along with him.
I pushed the tray away from me and folded my arms. "I only eat Frypan's food."
All the boys gave me weird looks, Newt grabbing my arm, digging his nails in. "Please." He whispered. "Try to act normal."
I shook my head pulling his hand off me. "Normal? A normal lunch is you, me and Alby in the glade eating Frypan's sandwiches in the glade, not this... Horrible place with its skanky food."
"Go away."
I laughed amazed he would say that. "What?"
"I don't want you here!" He hissed. "You need to start accepting this bloody new chance we have at life and seriously up your game."
I stared into his eyes, there was no longer any of that love we once had for each other. I looked around the room trying to blink back the agony erupting in me. Long canteen tables stuffed with kids, that all scream louder and louder trying to be heard. Fat dinner ladies and men who don't know what hygiene means, with their slimy skin and scraggly hair.
The only person worthy of any kindness in this room was Newt and yet! At the same time he was the worst of them all. I picked up my pizza and put it on his plate. "This place will never be our new life. We had a life and a dream in the glade, this fits none of that!" I stood up, rubbing my elbow unable to look him in the eyes. "Don't waste your time looking for me." I walked out, a rumbling stomach and a tare straight down the centre of my heart. I tried to cover my eyes in my sleeve as I ran out to the school fields to sit by the hedge in the dense tree area.

I missed all of lunch and the first lesson after, sat behind a tree staring out into the green heaven past the school boundaries. I unzipped my bag, fetching out my pencil case and getting my fine-liner I stole in art this morning.  I slipped off my tights and took off my jumper leaving my legs and arms exposed and began to write. Any word that came to mind went down. I think I even have wicked is good somewhere in all the black scribbles. I was almost completely ink by the time the pen ran out. I put it back in my pencil case, back in my bag. Put my tights on, and jumper. Wiped my eyes as I pulled the cloth over the heart on my arm with our initials.
I wish there was some way to forget. I wish I had some of Gally's special concoction that had been heavily spiked. I wanted to be out my mind so bad right now. It's only two o'clock of day one.

I heard the bell for the next lesson. Oh god. It was biology. I suck at biology or so Clint  said. I trudged my way there, sitting on a row at the back on my own, three seats between me and everyone else. I saw Newt flick his eyes back to me, he just looked pissed.

Having thought it would be horrible somehow I got fascinated. It was all about alleles, genes and phenotypes. I couldn't get it out my head. Was this it? The answer to everything? After class I lingered behind to speak to the adult.
She was at her computer typing, oblivious I was still in the room. I leant over looking at her teaching card she wore round her neck on a strap. "Um excuse me.. Felicity." I began.
"Woodsworth." She scowled, still typing away not looking at me once. "Miss Woodsworth."
Was she off her head? What the hell is 'Miss Woodsworth'.
I didn't any to annoy her but I really didn't understand what she was on about. "What?" I asked.
Now she looked up anger beaming in her soul. "You will address me by my proper title."
I stared up like a frightened harvest mouth at the tall scary snake, her fangs shone in the yellow light.
"I'm sorry I don't really understand, I've never been to school before this is my first day." I rambled a little, like I always do when scared, Newt thought it was funny... And cute... Sometimes sexy.

She sat down sighing, shaking her head and mulling about home schooling. "Well..."
"Y/n."
"Y/n." She said smiling now, she looked nicer now, friendly and warm. "When you address a teacher you use Miss, Mrs or Mr, and their surname, it's just manners."
"Oh sorry." I mumbled, trying not to show how impatient I was getting. "I was just wondering, Miss, say I wanted to test the genes for hair colour how would I do that?"
She really smiled now and signalled for me to bring up a chair.  "Well as we discussed in class, there are two ways. To breed the organism with another organism you know the gene pattern for and then tell by the offspring if they have homozygous or heterozygous alleles."
"What if breeding wasn't an option?" I pressed her to continue.
"Well..." She said. "You would have to test a sample in a lab, it's quite a simple thing especially for hair, most big schools have it." She saw my next question begging to form. "And no unfortunately as sad as it is, we do not have that kind of labs here."
"Where would?"
She had to rack her brains this time. "Most universities do, private schools and several state schools, not that I can name any sorry."

I left school that night, sat on the bus, alone, my brains whirring round faster than a griever. I ignored the kids throwing paper balls at me, and thought getting lost in my deep mind. Not the most healthiest thing to do. I didn't eat dinner. Not that having to sit with those lot intrigued me at all. Mike and Sheila.... A bunch of lies that 100% have kidnapped us.
I lay in my bedroom, designed for someone a lot younger than I. The walls were a stereotypical girl's pink, with large daisy stickers and sickening tiaras. Which as I thought I began to slowly pick off, throwing them in the trash and beginning to copy up the words on my legs and arms onto the walls.

I sat on the white carpet in my think box, the words surrounded me, my thoughts enclosed in me. I need to get out of here and I certainly need a lab.