(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the g...
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I care for you still
And I will forever
That was my part of the deal
Honest
We got so familiar
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Emma smiled proudly as she finally managed to tie the hammock securely to the pole. After what felt like an eternity of trial and error, it was a small victory.
The last sliver of sunlight had faded, and the Glade was now illuminated by the flickering glow of a bonfire waiting to be lit. The Gladers were beginning to gather around it, ready to kick off the festivities in honor of the new Greenie.
She glanced over toward Newt, who stood a little way off, holding a large staff tipped with fire. He caught her eye and flashed a smile, his expression warm and encouraging.
Emma returned the smile, feeling a sense of belonging as she turned back to the Greenie and finished setting up his hammock.
"There, I think it's finally staying up this time, Greenie," she commented, gesturing for him to test it out.
The boy hesitated, glancing at the hammock with clear reluctance. He'd already tested it a few times, and each time, he'd fallen off, landing hard on the ground.
The boy glanced at it, but his focus seemed distant, his attention wandering back to the Builders, where Gally was passing out jugs of a dubious-looking liquid. "I think it's fine," he muttered dismissively, barely glancing at her.
Emma cringed slightly as she watched the drinks being passed around, her stomach twisting at the sight. Even now, she could faintly taste it in the back of her mouth.
She held back a gag at the mere thought and quickly turned her attention back to him.
"Hey," she said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention. "Don't let Gally get to you. He's mean to everyone. Trust me."
The Greenie's face twisted with frustration. "He's an asshole," he blurted out.
Emma couldn't help but laugh.
"You're not wrong there, buddy. You're definitely not wrong. But you get used to it eventually. Just ignore him." She nudged him playfully, trying to lighten the mood as they started walking toward the bonfire.
As they approached, the Gladers erupted into cheers, tossing sticks into the growing fire. The flames crackled and danced, reflecting the excitement in the air, and casting flickering shadows across their faces.
