As she lay in the grass, the sun shining on her face, she didn't know what to think. The various noises of the boys, the squealing of the pigs or the huffs and puffs coming from the builders. The eternal buzz that just seemed to hum whenever she stared at the sky. Mr. Poppers lay next to her his one eye blank as he stared at the blue sky.
Time seemed to fade as the sun rose higher, the chattering got louder and the few clouds that did pass she seemed to forever stare out, telling Mr. Poppers all the things they looked like, words just popping into her head.
As the lunch bells dull bang filled the air, the birds – that's what Alby had called them- flew from the tress their musical singing followed them as they glided over the wall. She wished she could be a bird and fly out of the Glade. She didn't remember anything, what would happen when she flew out of the maze? Did she have a mother? A father? A brother, sister? Did they love her? She hoped they loved her. But if they loved her why was she here? She had heard the new boys, or greenies as the others called them, ask, wonder, quietly at night, if it be a whisper or a prayer.
She sat up and picked up Mr. Poppers underneath his two arms like a child which felt odd so she resorted to dragging him by his worn arm. She followed the herd of boys lining up for their lunch, feeling utterly tiny as she only came up to a bit past most of their knees.
She sat down quietly, it would be awhile until the line would pick up the pace. She brushed Mr. Poppers on his head when Bark, a black dog, wandered up and sat by the fire, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and his chest heaving in the heat. She sat Mr. Poppers in the line and moved to sit beside the dog patting filthy fur.
The line moved slowly and Ken, moved Mr. Poppers forward for her. As she was about to go and take his place that's when she saw it. Fluttering around the edge of the forest she abandoned Bark and quietly made her way towards it.
It had brightly colored wings, royal blue wings opened and closed slowly in the yellow patch of flowers. Black lined its wing, and in the corners big black dots on both sides, like eyes staring back at her.
She bought her small hands on either side of the butterfly slowly closing in but just as her fingertip brushed the delicate wing, it surged up and out of her reach. And for once, in what seemed like forever she laughed. Jumping up and down flapping her wings, perhaps if the wind was hard enough she could fly as well.
She jumped up again her fingertip barely brushing the butterfly. It seemed to tease her, flying just a bit higher than she could ever reach. She followed it, her neck arched towards the large concrete walls that kept them safe.
The walls seemed to tower over her, as she stood at the gate. The butterfly, without fear, glided through the air and into the maze. Her brown eyes only fixated on the magnificent creature. As she slid her small foot from the mud and onto the concrete she heard it.
Click.
Whrrrrr.
A large metal claw appeared behind one of the walls, then another and another. She stopped breathing and her heart seemed to leap into her throat. The butterfly had disappeared from her sight as she watched thick green goo slide down the thin metal.
She slowly slid her foot back from the hard concrete and onto the earth. It kept on coming. Another small step back. She could now see a large glob of a thing.
Click.
And that's when her scream filled the glade.
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