Thanks very much for my first review! I'm excited to keep this story going. Minor note: If some characters seem OOC, it's just me trying to make this story one of my own and writing it how I picture it in my head. Also, there probably won't be that much story in Newt's POV anymore. That was to get the intro out of the way. Thanks again for the followers and views!

After a night of sleeping outside, I woke up early to get started on job switching. According to Alby, Greenies are supposed to try out every job, and the keepers have a meeting to decide which job I'll be put in. Groaning, I made my way towards the kitchen to be trained by Frypan.

Upon entering the kitchen, Frypan throws an apron at my face. "Put this on. Don't want to be getting dirty and making the sloppers job any harder than it already is." Giving a sigh, I put on the apron. "So, what are we making?" He starts throwing vegetables on the counter. "Stew." He answers simply. I raise my eyebrow. "For breakfast?" He stops what he's doing to give me a look. "We eat what we have to, Greenie. Cut up these carrots."

After everything was in the pot to boil, we moved on to making bread. If I'm completely honest, I had a lot of fun cooking. Frypan was really nice and helpful. I wouldn't mind having this for a job at all.

After breakfast, I moved on to Clint to help the Med-jacks. I walk in the infirmary type area, and he stares me down. "Please don't pull a knife on anyone." I raise up my hands. "Sorry, sorry. I promise I won't stab anyone.. On purpose." He rolls his eyes before walking over to a glader on his stomach. "He's sunburnt pretty bad on his shoulders. It's starting to blister." I look over his shoulders and nod. "What do you guys have for sunburns?" Clint shrugs. "Nothing, really. I don't really know what to do." I raise my eyebrow. "The med-jack doesn't know what to do?" He sighs. "I got my job the same way you did, Greenie. Figure something out." Staring at his back, I decide to put some cold water on a rag and drape it over his shoulders. "Are you feeling any discomfort?" I ask the glader. He nods slightly. "It's hard trying to garden with my shoulders shucked up like this." I nod in agreement. "I think I have an idea. Clint, do you guys have any tea?"

I brew some hot black tea and soak a rag in it. I carefully drape it over his shoulders. He hisses at the heat. "I know, I know.. But the tea really will help. Just wait." He gives a slight nod and I move over to help another glader with a cut leg.

About 2 hours later after re-applying the tea to his back every 30 minutes, I take the rag off of his back. The redness has significantly gone down, and it was starting to tan. Clint raised his eyebrows. "Impressive. Never thought to use tea for sunburns. Very good." Satisfied that I helped, I walked to the kitchen for lunch.

After getting some leftover stew from Frypan, I take a seat by myself. After about half of my stew was gone, I see a familiar figure hovering over me. Unamused, I raise my head to meet his gaze. "Yes?" I question with slight irritation in my voice. "Woah there, Greenie. I'm not here to fight. I'm uh," he sheepishly rubs the back of his head. "Sorry for yesterday." I raise my eyebrow, wondering if he's serious. "It's alright. No big deal." He nods once and extends a hand. "I'm Gally. You are?" I smile and shake his hand. "Raine. Nice to meet you, Gally."

After lunch, I headed to the garden to meet Zart. He didn't really talk as much as I thought he would. "Just pick anything you see that's ripe, and put it in a basket." I nod slowly and pick up the nearest basket. "Alright," I mumble. As I'm picking, I try my best to remember anything about myself. Seeing how I'm not going to get much answers, I sing the first thing that pops into my head.

Elder your time is come.
Now I am filled with sorrow.
Weary eyes need resting.
Heart has become grey and slow,
in waking sleep of freedom.

We sing, rejoice,
We tell the tales.
We laugh and cry,
We love one more day.

After Zart dismissed me for the day, I met up with Newt. He approaches me with a big smile. "There's our Greenie. Tired?" I sigh. "Very, to be honest." His eyes soften. "I know this must feel really weird to you, but on the plus side, the keepers were very impressed with your work today. Say it'll be a hard choice." I smile at that. "I'm just glad I could help. When's nap time." He chuckles and throws an arm over my shoulders. "Don't get too worn out Greenie, we still have a bonfire to go to."

The bonfire was pretty average. Boys laughed about stories and Gally held a wrestling competition. I decided to go sit on some rocks and watch the stars. Not long after, I feel someone sit down beside me. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I turn to see Newt looking up into the sky. "Very." I agree. "Something the creator's decided not to take from us, more like." I nod slowly. "Who do you think put us here?" He shrugs. "Who knows. If you ever find the slintheads, feel free to ask." I chuckle lightly. As much as I'd like to know, it feels slightly better not to. Newt's hand brushes over mind and he takes it to analyze it. I raise my eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He keeps staring at my hand. "Just looking. Your fingertips are really calloused." I look at my hands. "I guess they are. I wonder why?" He shrugs. "Maybe you were a musician in your past life." I look down at my hands. "Maybe so. Why'd you say past life? We're still the same person, you know." He looks back up at the sky. "I like to think that this was a chance to start over. Who we were before the maze, doesn't matter. We are who we are now so it seems." I nod slowly. I can understand where he's coming from.

After the bonfire was over, I lay out and look at the sky. What Newt said wouldn't get out of my head. What if he was right? What if the people we were before the maze no longer exist? Hanging onto that thought, I drifted off into sleep.