The other Group

Chapter one

Newt's P.O.V.
Left, right, straight, right, right, left.
It felt so good to run. I hear Minho's feet pounding behind me, urging me to go faster. I see the glade in front of me. The smells of Fry's cooking floats over and surrounds me, it's all I can think of. I head over to the runners hut, but am stopped by two girls. Wait? GIRLS?!?
"Who are you," The Girl with dirty blonde hair asked, She was really pretty
"I could ask you the same Question" Minho said, sassy as ever
"You are not in any position to be making demands" Pretty Girl said.
"I'm Newt, and that shank there is Minho" I intervene, not liking where that was going.
"What's the deal with her, does she talk" Minho asked, pointing at the brunette.
"No, well at least not to you. But she sure can put up a fight" Pretty girl warned
"are you going to tell us your names, or will I just have to keep calling you 'pretty girl' in my head" I ask, very bluntly.
Pretty girl laughed "It's Cassie, This here is Mali. We call this the Field"
"The Field? What, did you two greenies come up in the box today and Alby wanted to play a joke?"
"Who do you think you are?" Pret-Cassie sneered, completely sarcastic
"I'm Minho, and That's Newt. Pay attention" Minho snapped
"Min, can we talk?" I ask not waiting for an answer as I grab his arm and walk a distance to where we can still see the girls, but they couldn't hear us. or so I thought...
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So...
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