The Sound Of Your Voice | Minewt

Run

"What?!" Minho shouted. "No! Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no! You will not be a runner!" "W...why not?" "Because it is too dangerous! There are monsters out there! Grievers! The maze changes!" He continued to scream to convince his friend that he couldn't be a runner, although the newbie couldn't hear his yelling just the other Gladers.
"And it isn't dangerous for you, M...Minho?!" Newt yelled too because he saw it in Minho's eyes and neck. "You risk your life for how long already?! Since when have YOU run the maze?!" "It isn't the same with me! I know when a Griever comes in my direction because I can hear its unmistakable sound which you will never hear because you are mother shucking deaf!"

That crossed a line. Newt looked shocked at the Asian. That hurt him. He stood up and ran in the Deadheads. Minho tried to get after him but he was faster than Minho and found a great hiding spot.
There he cried. Cried for being there, cried for being useless, cried for being deaf, cried for screwing up, cried for not being able to do one thing right.

Minho heard him after a while and found the deaf boy crying under a pair of thorn bushes. The thorns have scratched the young boys skin but Newt liked it that way. The pain had let him remember his name. Also Nobody would come to him under a thorn bush.
Wrong thoughts!
Although Minho was worried about his hair he scrambled to Newt and hugged him. Newt pushed him away and the Asian felt a few thorns dragging in his skin but he didn't care. He cared about Newt.

"Hey, listen Greenie, I am sorry. I had no right to say that. It is just, I know the maze. I have been the first one in there. And I know how dangerous it can be. I do not want you to get hurt. That is why I do not like the idea of you being a runner. Also, you cannot just say that. We have an order. You will try every job. And nobody becomes a runner on his first day. You have to prove that you are one of the smartest and fastest of all of us. Although you already proofed that you are fast...So please come back with me to the Glade. First you will try all the other jobs you want and then we can talk about you being a runner, okay?"

Newt sniffed and nodded. "O...okay. A... and it's Newt. Not Gre...nie." "Alright Newt. Strange name anyways." With these words Minho got out under the Bush and waited for Newt to follow him. "Says the...the mean-hoe." Newt said when he stood up and brushed of the dirt from his clothes.

"So", Minho started "Every day you'll try a new job. Which one first?" "Runner?" The Asian slapt Newt's shoulder playfully. "Forget it. Usually the Greenies start at the Slicers. Wanna try that?" The deaf boy smiled and nodded, happy that their little argument hadn't last long. If it had, Newt would have lost the only person who was for and not against him in the Glade.

Together they walked back. The sun had already started to fade away. Slowly the Glade darkened but that didn't stop the two from hanging out. "You know, every month a new Greenie comes up. And then we always have a big bonfire to celebrate. Although most of us aren't that happy about a deaf boy, we will celebrate because it's like a tradition. And maybe the others will find out that you aren't such a bad company." Again Newt smiled and nodded on Minho's idea. "Then let's go. It should start soon."

Minho started to jog and Newt did so too. They arrived the others just in time to start the fire. Minho grabbed one of the fire spears and together with the other Keepers they lit the big fire.
Everyone was happy and forgot the situation and place they were. Everyone celebrated, ate and drunk. Newt liked seeing everyone so carefree. But at some point he went a bit away to clear his head.

He didn't expected anyone to follow him.but briefly after he had sat down a dark skinned boy came up to him. Newt thought he had seen him earlier in the kitchen.
"Umm, can I sit with you?" Newt starred at the boy in front of him. His brain needed a moment to process the words of other. "S...sure." "Thanks" The boy sat down and turned to Newt so Newt could read his lips.

"Kinda strange, you know. Never expected to have a deaf boy running around the Glade. I'm Frypan by the way. Siggy actually, Frypan's an insider." The lizard named boy chuckled at the nickname. "Newt. N... Not the be...best name either. Especially be...because mine is real." "Really? Not Newton? Or something like that?"

"Ju...just Newt"

"Ha, funny. Have you already decided which job you want to try tomorrow?"

"Mean-hoe sugges...ted Slicer."

"Mean-hoe? Ha. That fits."

There was a pause, nobody said something until Frypan broke the silence. "You know, I'm happy that you're here. You should have been at the keeper meeting. Everyone here is just a stupid shank and didn't want you. But I have the feeling that you are here for a reason. I may don't know it yet, but I will find out."

"Wow, that, that were nice words. Thank you, F...Fry."

"No problem, man."

They continued talking for a while until everyone went to bed. Minho showed Newt his place to sleep but although Newt was pretty tired, he couldn't sleep. He had to take in everything from the day and thought about the Glade. Although everything was completely new and foreign and he had no memories, he felt like home. And this was just a nice day with a friend.