Ky's POV:

The girl steps into the light.

"Well, you must be Teresa", I say sarcastically.

I already don't like her...she seems suspicious.

She has long raven black hair that cascades down her shoulders and cold, piercing blue eyes. She is tall and extremely thin, but obviously fit.

She fixes me with an icy glare, and I return the look.

"And you must be...Ky", she says in a stinging tone.

What a little...

My thoughts are interrupted by Chuck.

"So uh....yeah....um....this is awkward."

I manage a chuckle for him. "Says you."

Minho laughs. "Nice one, shankette!"

We high five, causing my head to explode in pain.

"Ah!" I exclaim, grabbing my head in both hands.

The room spins and I lay back against my pillow.

"Ky! Are you okay?!" Newt cries grabbing my hand.

"Yeah..I'm just a little dizzy..."

I fade in and out of consciousness over the next few hours. Eventually, I wake up and stay awake. Its morning and I'm in a foul, depressed mood.

I am alone in the room, other than Newt asleep beside me.

I get out of bed and sneak out of the large hut where the Medjacks work. I wander around the Glade until my eyes settle on the dark, uninviting forest.

Good, no one will think to look for me there.

I jog into the woods and find a large tree, and up I climb. I nest down into a place where the trunk and a branch meet, and just think.

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