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"Newt! I think I'm dying!" I cried.

I had a metal bucket in my lap that I was leaning over. I tried to hold it in but I ended up throwing up inside it.

"You're not bloody dying, you're just sick," Newt explained.

"I feel like I'm dying tho."

All of a sudden an alarm sounded. It wasn't like the supplies alarm at all.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Means there's a new Greenie, Greenie."

"Finally! I hate that name! Glader words are so weird to me."

"You'll come to love them someday," he chuckled. "But, I have to go get the Greenbean now."

"Aww can I come?"

"Annie, you're vomiting. You are in no condition to be doing anything."

"Okay, mother," I said while rolling my eyes. "Please, Newt. It's my first official Greenie welcoming."

"No."

"Please!"

"I said no!"

"Then I'll go by myself."

Newt sighed and nodded. "Fine. Okay."

I grinned and started to follow him out the door.

"Bring the bloody bucket," he commanded. I groaned before stalking back and grabbing the handle.

I kept my eyes from wondering inside the pail for the fear of throwing up again. So I held onto the cold metal tightly and stared forward.

All of the boys gathered around the box, waiting. The air was tense and still. No one knew what to expect now because of me.

Alby spoke, "I want everyone to stay calm, alright?"

"I call dibs if this ones a girl too!" a Glader shouted.

"Slim it!" Alby commanded. "If it's another girl then she goes with Anne. No one else touch her, or talk to her."

The boys eyes landed on me and I became sheepish. I avoided eye contact as I made my way to the front of the crowd.

Conversations erupted among everyone, but I stood looking at the closed box silently. I didn't want to be the only girl. That would mean I was here for a specific purpose. That freaked me out completely.

I thought of the gun. They sent the only girl a gun. That was my purpose. But what did it mean?

There was a small pain in my side caused by an elbow. I was going to yell at the person who did it until I realized it was Minho.

"Still puking everywhere?" he questioned, motioning to the bucket.

"Yes, and it sucks," I responded with a sigh. "It makes my stomach feel really bad."

Minho leaned in so close that his breath brushed my ear. It sent a sensation through my body like no other.

"I bet I could make you feel really good," he murmured.

My cheeks instantly turned a deep scarlet color. My brain froze from shock so I stood in place, unmoving.

Minho was the complete opposite. All he did was chuckle and brush it off like it was nothing.

Thankfully, the box began to open. We all stepped back while silence spread everywhere.

The anticipation was killing me. I wanted, no, I needed to know, if it was a girl or a boy. Nothing else mattered at that moment. My mind was set on that one task and I was determined to fulfill it. No one would stop me.

But as the box fully opened up, I suddenly became weak. My limps shook and my mind was all over the place. But, I stood as still as I could. I never even dared to breath.

Newt jumped inside the box before anyone else had the chance. We all waited for an answer, but one didn't come. I waited until my eyes adjusted and I scanned the box.

It looked completely the same from when I came up. Things were only moved around from when we got supplies.

My eyes found Newt and he was looking at me sympathetically. My stomach dropped as I looked behind him. Cowering on the floor was a boy. A 15 year old boy with curly brown hair. No girl.

They got the boy out. He was asking a million questions that went unanswered. He stared at me. I tried to smile, I did, but I just glared back. I was so angry, confused, and frustrated.

I felt something rise up in my throat and I dropped to my knees. I threw up in the bucket. In front of everyone.

"Don't worry, Greenie. She doesn't look like a piece of klunk all the time," Gally commented.

"Unfortunately you do," I spat back as I got to my feet.

What was with this guy? Some days he's super nice to me and others I want to strangle him.

"Go back to the Homestead, Annie. I never should've brought you," Newt told me.

"I'll go with her," Minho offered.

"No," I said. "I want to stay out here."

"We can't have you getting Gladers sick," said Alby. "Now do as Newt said or we'll force ya."

I glared at both of them before walking towards the Deadheads. If I couldn't stay, I wasn't going to go where they told me too. I still had the bucket in my hand, so I threw it a few feet from the group of boys. I didn't care that it spilled everywhere, it wasn't my job to clean it up.

I entered the trees quietly. I wanted to hear if anyone was following me. Feet crunched on leaves and twigs carelessly.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted. I began to walk faster.

"Not a chance!"

Of course it was Minho. He's been following me around like a lost puppy lately. I wasn't complaining, but I wanted to be angry. He always made me happy so I didn't want him around.

I sat down against a tree and folded my arms. Minho plopped next to me with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked.

"Nothing. I'm fine," I lied.

"I know that's a shucking lie because I just saw you puke. You're not fine. Tell me what's botherin' ya."

"Why should I tell you?" I replied grumpily.

"Why? Because I'm your shuckin' friend, Anne. You've been here for a month and all I have been to you is a friend! I think that gives me the right to try to comfort you." Minho looked me straight in the eyes with frustration written on his face. "You deserve to be happy. So let me help you. Please," he finished.

I was speechless for a few moments. But I found my voice and spoke, "I'm not okay. I'm mad at everything. At the creators, myself, the Gladers. I feel like I'm special, and I don't want to be. I'm just so tired to being confused and angry."

"Maybe you are special. I don't know. But right now everyone, especially me, is going to help you. We're all confused and angry but we've learned to live with it, it helps us go on. So, I'm going to help you learn to live with it too," he said. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then I trust you too. For the record, I always have."

I smiled at the boy. He did it again, he made me happy. I'm glad he was my friend.

I scooted next to him and leaned my head on his chest. His warmth radiated onto my body.

"Anne," Minho said.

"Yeah?" I asked looking up at him.

"I really like you. So shucking much."

My cheeks turned pink with happiness. "I really really like you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"How will I know for sure tho?"

I smirked at him and started to lean in. "This is how," I whispered.

I smashed my lips into his. Our lips moved together perfectly. It was if we were made for each other.

Minho pulled me closer to him as I wrapped my hands around his neck. His lips were rough but gentle at the same time, it was pure bliss. I never wanted this to end.

Unfortunately it did.

"Minho!" a boy called. "We need to talk to you!"

We pulled apart while we breathed heavily. "That was Ben. I better see what that shuck-head wants."

"Yeah. That's fine. You can go."

Minho smirked and stood up. He then leaned down to kiss my cheek. "Wait for me," he said, before running off.

"Always," I whispered back.