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"There are three rules in the glade. One, do your part. Don't slack off, shuckface. Two, never harm another Glader. Three, never go into The Maze. You already broke that, didn't you?" "You, Minho, are such a fucking genius." He rolled his eyes at me.
"You see that?" He asked, pointing to a small building that's made of wood sticks, obviously made by hand. "That's the homestead, where we guys sleep." "Where will I sleep?" "Would you wanna sleep with me?" I punched his arm with enormous force, making him grunt in pain. "You're one tough chick." He hissed.
"Watch your mouth, shuckhead." I touched my lips, surprised that I used the word 'shuck'. "Trying to be one of us now, huh?" He chuckled. "Shut up."
"You know, everyone of us here came through The Box." He ran to a box like thing wedged underground. "It comes up every month with supplies and a new Greenie." "Greenie?" "Yeah."
He walked further, stopping infront of a small underground opening with a fence made of wood and a small lock on the side. "This is the Slammer. Where the guys who do bad things go. So be good." "With your attitude, you should be there 24/7." "Honestly, I don't know why you hate me so much."
"This is the Garden. I hope you know what people do in a garden." "Do people sleep in the garden, Minho?" I asked, making my voice as irritating as possible. "If you sleep in the garden, you'll be sent off to being a slopper." He answered seriously.
He then pointed to a small shack that had a fence enclosure beside it, containing animals. "That's the bloodhouse. Where animals are raised then slaughtered." "You should be slaughtered." "With a body like this, I will never be mistaken as a pig." Well, he has a pretty nice build. Ew, what the fuck?
We walked for a little while, no banter between us, until we reached the forest. "This is the Deadheads."
"That's about it." "Great, I'll be leaving you no-" I tripped on a small stone, falling and hitting my head on the hard land below me. My head throbbed a little. "Stupid shuckface, you okay?" Minho's voice floated away from me, everything going blurry.
Nicole.
Nicole!
Wicked....
Wicked is good.
"Nicole." I whispered. "What?" Minho said, looking into my eyes. I then realized the position we were in; Minho, sitting on the grass while I lay in his arms. How nice. "Nicole. My name's Nicole." "Nice name, shuckface. You okay?" His voice was laced with a little concern, shocking me. I really think he's just a heartless sass queen.
"Yeah." Minho helped me as I stood up, slightly wobbling on my feet. "Such a clumsy girl." He snickered. "Shut up, Minho."
"You'll be working with the Track-Hoes. They're the ones who work in the garden." "I wanna be a runner." Minho looked at me as if I said something crazy. "Nobody wants to be a runner, why would you?" "I wanna get out of here, Minho." "You'll work inside the Glade." He said before walking away from me.
"Minho-" "Lunch is ready. Let's go." He jogged to what I assume is the food area, and sat beside a guy with his eyebrows on fleek. I approached the table, getting glances from the other boys around. Some were even whispering to their friends. That's just rude. "What the fuck are you guys looking at?" I snapped, turning around and staring everyone down.
That must've did the job, everyone went back to what they were doing.
"Feisty." Minho commented as I walked closer. "You can sit here." Newt offered, patting a seat beside him. I gladly took it, happy to be far from Minho. There were unfamiliar faces around me, and it looked like nobody was gonna introduce themselves. So I did.
"I'm Nicole." I said, hoping for everyone to introduce themselves too. Newt gave me a smile. "You remembered your name." "Yeah."
Then, the boys started to introduce themselves. "Gally." Nice eyebrows. "I'm Chuck." A chubby kid said. "Zart." "Winston." "Clint."
"Okay, nice to meet you all." I smiled before they all continued eating. "You're very pretty." Chuck said, out of the blue. "O-oh, thanks, Chuck." He smiled in response. I could feel Minho's eyes on me as I ate my food, so I looked up and catched his gaze. I raised an eyebrow at him, then he just shook his head and looked down at his food.
After lunch, I approached Alby. "Nicole, you doing good?" He greeted as I got closer. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just uh, I wanna be a runner, Alby." "Nobody wants that." "That's exactly what Minho said!" He seemed surprise at my sudden outburst, so I regained my composure. "How can I prove myself?"
"For now, you have to go through all the jobs. I think the Track-Hoes are your team for today?" I sighed and nodded my head before heading off to go to Zart.
"Hey shuckface." I jumped a little in surprise. Minho walked alongside me, hands on the front locks of his backpack. "What do you want?" "Nothing, just wishing you luck." And with that he ran off.
The whole day, I went back and forth in the forest, gathering fertilizer and shit. I hate this job, definitely not for me. "You okay, Nicole?" Zart asked, his face dirty with soil and sweat. I bet mine was, too. "Yeah, you need me to do anything else?" "No, were done for today." I nodded my head and smiled before heading to the food area, where Minho, Gally, and a few other guys I don't know yet were the only ones inside.
"Is there a shower here?" I asked the both of them. Gally just ignored me, he's a bit of a snob. "Yeah, come on I'll show you." I followed him out of the food area, as I like to call it.
"Do you have any clothes?" He asked. Oh, right. I don't have anything. He must've understood my silence. "I'll let you borrow some clothes." Well, he's not as bad as I first thought he'd be.
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