chapter three
Work

"What do you mean, I'm only trying out for three jobs!?" Elizabeth shrieked. Newt flinched at Elizabeth's yelling. "I don't want to be treated differently!"

"Lizzy, do you really want to slaughter animals?" Newt asked. Elizabeth didn't like the idea of killing the pigs that she saw.

"No, but I would love to murder those chickens," Elizabeth said with pure hate towards the chickens.

"Do you want to be a Builder? Slicer? Bagger? A Slopper?" Newt asked. Elizabeth thought about it, especially since the names were self-explanatory.

"No," Elizabeth admitted. Newt smirked at his victory.

"I thought so, Greenie." He ignored the glare that Elizabeth shot his way.

"Does this mean I can be a Runner?" Elizabeth asked. Newt's smirk faded off his face.

"Do you want to spend training with Minho?"

"So what's first boss?" Elizabeth asked. She didn't think Minho was that bad, she just didn't feel like she was up to the job of sassing him all day. Even a master can't sass for a long period of time.

"You are going with the Keeper of Gardens." Newt simply stated before he directed Elizabeth to her first job and telling her about the Keeper. Elizabeth let out a groaned before she realized that Newt was trying to get rid of her.

"That shank," Elizabeth mumbled, using her first Glader slang. It didn't really take long for her to understand the slangs that were spoken. It didn't feel natural. It felt like a foreign language.

"Easy there, Greenie." A tall, black-haired kid told Elizabeth. Elizabeth thought about what Newt told her. The boy in front of her was Zart.

"So you're Zart?" Elizabeth stated slash asked.

"And you're the new Greenie." Zart mocked.

***

By lunch break, Elizabeth found out that she didn't have a green thumb. Which seemed like a waste of time since Elizabeth was already tired. She sat on one of the picnic tables closest to the Kitchen. She was enjoying a sandwich before Newt appeared in front of her.

"Talked with Zart and Alby, and it appears that you are starting another job today," Newt told his twin. Elizabeth was happy not to be working in the gardens anymore.

"What's next shank?" Elizabeth asked. Newt had a proud look on his face when Elizabeth used the term shank.

"Speaking like a Glader, eh?" Newt asked. Elizabeth nodded before taking a bite out of her sandwich. "You're going to be working with Frypan in the Kitchen."

Elizabeth felt like they were targeting her with jobs that seemed like a female would do. "Is this because I'm a bloody girl?"

"Yes," Newt replied before motioning Elizabeth to stand up. She, either way, stood up to make a protest, which backfired on her since she ended up in the kitchen.

"Can I murder him, Frypan?" Elizabeth asked her new friend while they made a soup.

"Newt? You can try." Frypan laughed before he motioned Elizabeth to try it. Elizabeth grabbed a spoon and took a sip to taste something good, but it wasn't enough for her taste buds.

"Needs more salt and pepper," Elizabeth commented. "And can we add carrots?"

Elizabeth dug through the kitchen until she found what she needed. She immediately started to chop the carrots and put them into the big pot. Elizabeth reached for the salt and pepper and added the right amount before she tried it. The warm liquid taste of chicken and vegetables made Elizabeth smile. Frypan also grabbed a spoon and tasted it, he was surprised.

"Maybe you should be the Keeper," Frypan mumbled.

"To much work," Elizabeth commented. "And I told these chickens I would enjoy them."

"What are you talking about?" Frypan asked.

"I was chased by chickens today and I called for revenge." Elizabeth honestly answered. Frypan nodded before taking out bowls.

"Mind helping me serve dinner?" Frypan asked the blond girl. She nodded before grabbing more bowls. They quickly set up before they started to serve dinner.

Elizabeth chuckled how some boys would try to steal glances at Elizabeth. She was also glad when they came back for more rounds of soup. But Frypan and Elizabeth were forced to save some for the Runners, who were in a room at the moment.

"What did you make to eat, Beth?" Elizabeth cringed at the mentioned of the nickname.

"Chicken soup," Elizabeth told Minho.

"Because you wanted to murder those chickens?" Minho asked when Frypan handed the boy a bowl.

"Maybe," Elizabeth replied. "Frypan, can I join dinner now?"

Frypan waved her off, letting her off the hook. Elizabeth server herself a bowl before going outside to join Newt. Who was sitting with Minho.

"Couldn't resist me?" Minho asked. Elizabeth let out a scoff before Newt raised an eyebrow.

"My bloody twin sister with my best friend? Not happening." Newt stated. Elizabeth was confused on why Newt would assume that before she got the message.

"Not like that Newt! Bloody hell, I would never date Minho! We are bloody joking around!" Elizabeth explained.

"Am I not attractive enough for the princess?" Minho asked.

"No. You aren't good enough for the Queen." Elizabeth shot back.

"What Queen?" Minho sassed. Elizabeth ignored him since she didn't have a comeback. She just ate her chicken soup before she stood up and stretched.

"I have been dirty for about a day or two now, so if you two boys don't mind." Elizabeth spun around ready to go to her room to get her stuff before Newt dragged Minho to follow Elizabeth.

"Lizzy!" Newt shouted. Elizabeth stopped and turned to face Newt.

"Yes?"

"You need guards," Newt told his twin.

"Because I'm a queen?" Elizabeth asked. Minho started to laugh before Elizabeth glared at him.

"No. Some of the Gladers will try and get a look at you." Minho explained.

"Looks like you two are on guard duty," Elizabeth told them before entering her room. She quickly grabbed her undergarments and a tee and some pants. Elizabeth exited her room to find herself between Newt and Minho. "You two take duty seriously."

"Haha." Minho sarcastically laughed before entering the bathroom. Elizabeth stood outside with Newt while Minho checked to see if it was clear. "We're good."

"Good that," Newt commented before shoving Elizabeth in the shower.

"What a nice twin!"