Tricked (t.m.r.)

1.16 - Runner

"Look at the greenie! She's walking like an old lady!" Someone hollered from behind me before a bunch of gladers burst out laughing.

I swear to the stars if I wasn't still pretending to be blind I would turn around and have a go at them with this walking stick. I stop in my footsteps before glancing down at my walking stick. Eh, why not just give them a little scare? The gladers who were too busy laughing didn't have time to notice what I was doing. Silently, I lift the walking stick up and prepared to swing it when I've turned around.

"Yo greenie! Come over here for a moment will you?" Zart calls from my right, managing to stop me from what I was about to do. Your timing is terrible Zart the fart or whatever the gladers call you. I thought bitterly as I made my way towards the gardens.

"Coming."

Newt was working here today, pulling out weeds under the scorching light. He seems too 'engrossed' in his conversation with one of the track-hoes to even glance at my direction. No surprises here, he's been doing that for the last two days.

Despite that, I was too stubborn and angry to talk to him too. I had my reason to lie in the beginning. How am I supposed to trust a bunch of strangers that lived in the middle of nowhere? I'm not saying I wasn't at fault. I just wish Newt didn't follow Minho and I into the woods and eavesdrop on our conversation.

Wait a second.

That shank eavesdropped on our conversation!

Burning rage hissed through my body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like I had a mini volcano inside my stomach ready to explode. But I turned away with my back facing him instead and took a deep breath.

Zart came over before telling me to untuck my hands that were folded across my chest before handling me a pail. "Get some fertilizers from the forest will you?"

"Sure." I tried to sound calm, but I think he could hear a bit of anger in my voice before marching off. I haven't realized I walked passed Newt until a glader bumped into me while laughing too hard.

"Sorry, Primrose." He smiles shyly at me before returning to his work and it immediately caught Newt's attention. The laughter evaporated from his eyes and I thought I could feel his customary warmth vanished in a split. He didn't need to say anything but I knew he was calling me a liar in his mind.

"You're not the only one who's at fault. Same goes to me." I told the boy who bumped into me evenly but was actually directing my statement to Newt.

The only good thing about today was it's time for the latest greenie's arrival. Alby wanted me to try to take care of the greenie when he (or she) arrives, but Newt would be helping, unfortunately. That reminds me, Newt was right about Alby, he's not a bad person. Just a good person with a bad temper. I'm going to miss people calling me greenie; it'll be weird when they start to call me by my name. Unless they've found something else to call me with.

Maybe blindie. 

Or liar once they found out that I've been pretending I'm blind since the first day.

I spent most of my time with Alby these few days, which conveniently gives me the best excuse to avoid Newt as much as I can. Alby taught me the ropes of leading; secretly I disagreed with some of his methods. Minho, on the other hand, didn't want to discuss what happened to me in the slammer and changes the subject every time I asked him about it. I was still clueless about what he meant by 'griever-mode'.

I realized that it was hard for me to fall asleep without thinking there was a monster with red eyes in my room watching me sleep and kept a short knife that I 'borrowed' from Minho next to me. My grip never left it when I was asleep. He found out I've stolen his possession this morning but he didn't say a word about it.