Never give up

This is what freedom tastes like

"Minho! Get those shucking keys!" I yell from inside the slammer, the doors closed five minutes ago and Minho now decided to go and get the keys. I look at Newt and raise my eyebrows questioningly.
"Don't ask, it's safer not to." He says. I let out a loud groan.
"I'll take that chance." Newt raises his eyebrows up in surprise, maybe it's not better to ask Minho. I start pacing the walls again, trying to keep myself from getting bored. Keyword; trying.
"Alex, if you keep on pacing like that I'm going to get dizzy." Newt says. I march up to the window and say.
"Well, Minho is getting the keys and it's his fault that I'm stuck in here longer than I should be!" I yell, aiming my words towards the homestead where Minho should be.
"Minho! Hurry up! I think Alex is literally about to blow!" Newt yells. I glare at Newt and he starts to back away.
"Oh no you don't." I stick my arm back out of the walls and grab Newt by the collar of his shirt. In smile 'sweetly' at him and I see him give a nervous gulp. Luckily my hand was still buttery, even though my arm didn't have butter on it wouldn't be a problem getting it out. It might just be my hand.
"Where ya going?" I ask. Newt nervously laughs.
"MINHO!" Newt yells.
"What Newt?!" I hear Minho yell from the door of the homestead. Now he has the keys.
"It's Alex!" I see Minho come around the corner, he stops and stares. No wonder, my arm is sticking out the window and Newt is at the end of it.
"I'll be back in a minute!" Minho shouts and sprints into the homestead. I think for a minute and realise why, he's getting the camera. Before I come to my senses, Minho has the camera out and taking pictures again.
"Hurry up! I've served my sentence!" I shout from the window. With my free hand, I rattle the bars to annoy someone. Within the matter of thirty seconds, I hear the rattling of keys. I let go of Newt's collar and I look towards the door and the door swings open and Minho steps in.
"Let's go shank, you need your dinner." I push Minho out of the way and run towards the door. I run out of the slammer and dart towards the homestead where I can get dinner. I run through the door and barge past people who were walking about in the homestead. I finally make it to the kitchen and slow down to a walk, I walk up to the counter and sit myself on it.
"Hey Frypan."
"Hey Alex, see you got out of the slammer." He says while Turing around from cutting carrots.
"I would of got out sooner if Minho didn't take ages to get the keys."
"That's why, Newt gets the keys not Minho."
"I figured that one out the hard way." I say while laughing.
"Yes you did, I heard Newt yelling on Minho, what did you do?"
I laugh nervously. "Well; Minho toke ages to get the keys, I started to shout, Newt backed away, I grabbed his collar so he didn't get away. So yeah."
"I take it you want food?" He asks.
"Yes please, I'm starving." He turns back around and gets two pieces of white bread and butters them, he also gets cheese out from a little fridge and puts the cheese on one of the slices and put the other on top it and cuts the in half.
"He ya go." He says while handing me a plate.
"Thanks." I stay sitting on the counter and start to eat the sandwich. I look to my left and see Newt and Minho walk into the kitchen.
"Told ya she would in here." Minho says.
"Whatever."
"Hey guy!" I shout with my mouth full. It sounded more like, "mey geys."
"Wow, Frypan must like you if he lets you sit on the counter." Newt says. I swallow the bit of the sandwich that was in my mouth and said.
"As I've said before, everybody loves me." I throw my arms in the air and gesture around to show everybody in the Glade. Everybody starts laughing.
"What?! It's true!" My voice goes up an octave when I say 'true'.
"Say that to the people that voted for you to go into the slammer." Minho says.
"Who voted for me to go in the slammer?" I ask. Newt, Minho and Frypan all look at each and give each looks as if saying 'you can tell me, I'm not'.
"Newt! Who voted for me to go into the slammer?" I demand.
He stutters," Winston."
"Who's that?" By now all of the other gladers have filed into the kitchen to get dinner. Newt points over at someone who has just sat down at a table with his friends. I take a quick look at his face; he has acne scars across his face that must be painful. He also has blood all across his clothes, I wouldn't like to find out what he does all day.
"Thanks Newt, while I'm gone; can you pretty please get me my dinner and find a table?" I say while batting my eyelashes.
"Fine." After a minute of thinking. I walk away and walk over to Winston's table.
"Hey Winston." I say while sliding into the seat next to him. His friends all look smug by the fact that I've came up.
"Hey greenie." He says nervously. I glare at him and move my leg to go and kick him but a voice from across the room.
"Alex!" I look over at Newt and I see him giving me a warning look, I smile at him and turn back to Winston.
"Don't call me greenie. Also I wanted to know was, why did you vote to out me in the slammer." I say with my head tilted to the side and I smile at him.
"Because..." He starts but I cut him off.
"Because because because of all the wonderful things he's done. Quit yappin', I've got my dinner to eat." I hear his friends snigger before I shoot them a glare to tell them to shut up.mi turn back to Winston.
"I thought you were bad, is there anything wrong?" He asks.
"No, I just wanted to introduce myself and wanted one or two answers. I'm Alex by the way." I stick my hand out for him to shake which he accepts.
"Nice to meet ya shank!" He says.
"You too, nice if I must, I have dinner." While walking away with a smug look on my face.
"What did you do?" Minho asks as soon as I had taken my seat.
"Nothing! I just introduced myself. Like a good girl, anything wrong?" I ask.
"No, nothing." Minho says while eating. I turn to my food and look at it, it's a soup of some sort with a bit of meat in the middle. I take my spoon and take my first sip.
"This is what freedom tastes like." I say before I take another spoonful. Newt just laughs and shoes his head.