The Boy With the Blonde Hair

The truth

Newt walked over to me, his forehead creased with worry and stress. I nervously walked over to him and we met in the middle. "So, where do we start?" I asked. I technically knew the place already, but I didn't really want to tell him that.
"Listen, I know that Chuck already showed you the ropes. Bloody hell, I think you already know what job you're gonna get." His accent was a great match with his face.
I shyly shook my head no. "I don't know any of the jobs except slopper and runner." Those were Thomas and Chuck's jobs.
"Might as well." he sighed then smiled. I wondered how anyone could keep their teeth so perfect in this dump. First, he showed me to the Homestead, which was where animals slept and the keepers. Next, I was the deadheads(the graveyard), then the Blood house and other shabby structures.
He turned to me and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. "Well, you start work in the Blood House, to test you as a Slicer. If the sight of blood makes you woozy, then I would purposefully do a terrible job." He spoke slow and accurate, not missing a word.
"Oh boy. What fun." I internally groaned. Time spend the day chopping up little pigs.
"It won't be that bad." he put a hand on my shoulder. "See ya" he jogged away. I noticed that he had sort of a limp. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and concentrated on Winston, the keeper of the Slicers.

At the end of the day, I knew exactly which job I didn't want. I hated having to kill animals.
I walked back to the kitchen for dinner. A tall, Asian dude walked in and sat down with Chuck, Newt and Thomas. He looked terrible, all sweaty. I got my food from Frypan, the cook, and walked confidently over sat down next to Chuck.
"Hey Grace. So, how's the first day of the Slicer heaven?" He CHUCKled.(A/N: sorry i had to. couldn't resist.). I ignored the question with a groan and turned my attention to the sweaty Asian dude.
"So, who the heck are you?" I put my head in my hand and picked at my potatoes.
"Watch yourself. Don't want to get tangled up with this guy. I'm Minho, keeper of the Runners.". He smirked and pointed a thumb at himself.
She nodded. Suddenly, a painful grinding noise sounded throughout my skull. I shrieked as loud as I could, trying to get the noises out of my head. oh no, I thought just before I blacked out.

Suddenly, I dove into a memory. I sat in a metal chair that was cold on my butt. A boy sat next to me. "Don't worry. We'll be okay." he spoke with a heavy accent. I later realized that it was Newt. His hands, his face, they all had seemed familiar.
I sat up straight in a lumpy cot. I wrapped both arms around my abdomen and took deep breaths. I pressed my fingers to my temples to clear the headache. Also, I could feel myself falling asleep again. A figure lurked behind the door and I flipped back down on my back, pretending to be asleep.
The boy came in and sighed, as if it hurt to see me like this. He sat in a chair next to my bed. It was Newt. "We all hope you get up soon. You've been out for a day. Ben's been stung by a bloody griever. It's shuckin chaos out there." he paused. "I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to get up."
He took my hand, my cold, clammy hand and looked straight into my eyes. I could feel his presence. "But if you won't do it for this,
Do it, for me, Grace.
I remember you."