OK LEMME JUST SCREAM FOR A MINUTE... 36 READS OVERNIGHT?!?!? THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN WITH ME! WTF!!! LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH :)
AND BTW, I SPRAINED MY ANKLE AND PULLED MY QUAD SO I WAS NOT IN THE MOOD TO UPLOAD, SO I AM SO SORRY EVERYONE BUT I WILL TRY TO GET BACK ON SCHEDULE!! LOVE Y'ALL
Emily <3
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You woke up, noticing that Newt was gone. You looked around and couldn't see Minho either, so you shrugged and got changed for breakfast. Newt and Minho had a run today anyway, so they provably already left. You could smell the fresh scents of the Glade before you left the tent, and soon the aroma of Bill's soggy but edible eggs and bacon traveled its way to your nose as you walked over to the kitchen.
But then you found out that Minho left already, but Newt was talking to Alby by the Deadheads. When he saw you, he waved to Alby and started to run towards you.

"Hey Greenie! You finally left that bloody bed of yours, did you?" 

He was smiling now, the smile that was so contagious and made you want to just hug him forever, but that would be weird.

And you did not want to be weird.

So you didn't.

You both walked on, silently enjoying the quiet morning.

"Hey Greenie, good to see you up today!" 

You rolled your eyes as the buff builder came over.

"Shut your hole, Gally. And don't talk to her. And seriously," 

He stepped on Gally's foot to keep him from going any closer.

"Don't call her Greenie."

He just shrugged off, muttering things like "shank, no good, shuck-faced lizard," as he went to breakfast. Newt turned back to you.

"I tell you, that bloody shank is no good. He just causes buggin' trouble."

You smirk.

"Because you and Minho don't?" 

He rolled his eyes. "He will hurt you, y/n, and I can't have that. 'Never hurt another Glader'. One of our top three rules."

It was silent again for about five minutes as you got your breakfast and sat down to eat it. Soon, Jeff and Clint, the two medjacks came over to talk and sit with you, and the talking started.

"We had three people come in this morning from the Slicers. Ridiculous, these people. Chopping each other's hands off in there." Jeff shook his head, and Clint nodded.

           You shared a look with Newt, and he mouthed, "Slaughterers," while imitating, a dying pig? 

Don't even want to guess what kind of animal that was, but at the same time, I know what that means.'

They killed animals. With knives. Poor animals.

You turned back to the boys to find them all staring at you. 

"Did you all ask me a question?" 

Jeff laughed.

"Well you certainly can't be a medjack if you're this distracted!" 

Newt and Clint laughed as you nervously chuckled. 

"So what job do you want?" Clint asked.

You thought for a moment. 

Okay, not Slicer, Builder, Medjack or Cook... That's either Runner or Track-hoe.

"Maybe a Track-hoe?"

            Newt nodded. "That's a good job if you like plants and bugs and bloody sunburns." 

He laughed with Clint and Jeff. You sat awkwardly for the rest of breakfast. 

What will I be?

You thought about it for the rest of the day.