How could a heart like yours
Ever love a heart like mine?
How could I live before?
How could I have been so blind?
You opened up my eyes.
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Zart led Newt and Emma towards the commotion.
As they neared the watchtower, the sound of yelling and objects crashing down grew louder, and a crowd had gathered, watching the chaos unfold.
Newt quickened his pace, Zart close behind him, while Emma lagged a few steps behind, scanning the scene with growing concern.
Spotting Chuck at the back of the crowd, Emma veered off towards him.
He looked up at her, his face alight with a kind of mischievous excitement that only a kid could find in such a situation. "Chuckie, what's going on?" Emma asked, raising her voice over the noise.
Chuck let out a laugh, eyes wide with awe as he pointed toward the watchtower. "This is why all girls are awesome!" he cheered, unable to hide his amusement.
Above them, the new girl, who until then had been unconscious, was hurling anything she could find down at the Gladers below. Rocks, wooden scraps, and even someone's leftover shirt went flying down as she shouted at the top of her lungs, demanding everyone to back off.
Emma groaned, rubbing her forehead in exasperation. "Great, this is just what we need," she muttered, rushing forward, pushing through the crowd to get a better look at the situation.
Newt had already reached the front of the crowd and was taking cover under a large piece of wood Winston was holding up.
"This girl's got an arm on her, that's for sure," Winston muttered, adjusting his shield as another projectile sailed through the air. He glanced at Newt, who looked far less amused than he was.
Newt, with his jaw clenched and his hands braced on his hips, called up to the girl, trying to keep his tone calm but firm. "Hey, hey! Calm down up there, alright? We're not here to hurt you!"
The girl responded with another loud yell, something along the lines of, "Go away! Stay back, or I'll throw more!" though she didn't wait for a response before tossing down a small wooden crate that shattered at Newt's feet.
He flinched and quickly took another step back.
"Watch your head!" Frypan shouted over the chaos, his voice barely cutting through the sound of crashing objects and the girl's relentless screams from above.
She didn't seem like the friendly type; Each shout was followed by another airborne vegetable or random object hurtling down at the gathered Gladers below.
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