Chapter 4

A Psycho Killer

After showering and cleaning the blood from Winston's trial off of her tank top, Tessa wandered back to her sleeping area that some Sloppers had just set up; after the party, Tessa had crashed in one of the empty rooms in the Homestead. Dressed in a oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants-it was freezing at night-she lay down on her sleeping back, her pillow tucked under her head. In a few moments, she was asleep.

In the morning, the sun was already up and the Gladers were already roaming around the Glade. Unfortunately, she awoke to someone poking her in the belly button. In a flash, she had the person pinned to the ground and her arm over their neck. Tessa's vision cleared as she heard a yelp and immediately jumped off.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, as she helped Newt off the ground.

"What the bloody hell?" he growled, brushing off bits of grass and groaning as he put a hand on his head. "Damn it, Tessa."

"I'm sorry, Newt," Tessa sighed. "It's an instinct."

"Really? All I see is a psycho killer. I'm going to go find Alby," Newt stomped off, his hand still clutching his head. Tessa put her head in her hands and then fell back asleep.

"Tessa! TESSA! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Tessa's eyes flew open, and she yawned when she saw Nick glaring down at her.

"What?" Tessa grumbled, covering another yawn with her hand and then stretching.

"It's already eleven o' clock! I thought Newt went to wake you," Nick scowled.

Tessa rolled her eyes, "And he did. What crawled up your ass this morning?"

"Tessa. If you don't want to be sent out into the Maze, I suggest you learn to follow the rules. Go to the Gardens; Zart's waiting for you," Nick started to walk away.

"Why? And when am I supposed to eat?" Tessa crossed her arms over her chests and glared at Nick. He was being unfair! There was nothing wrong with getting a little sleep, right?

"I suppose when lunch comes around. And Zart said that you have some potential; he just wants to check you out again," Nick replied and then stalked off. Rolling her eyes again and muttering several words that rhymed with ducking glass mole and fithead, Tessa rolled up her sleeping bag and wandered off to the showers to clean up.

After scrubbing her voice and brushing her teeth, Tessa slipped on an olive green tank top and white shorts before jogging over to the Kitchens. Damn you, Nick, she thought as she slipped a biscuit, sausage links, and a cup of water from Frypan's kitchen; he must have gone to the bathroom. She dashed out and ate her breakfast as she walked over to the Gardens.

"There's the Greenie?"

"Sorry?" Tessa raised her eyebrows and tossed her plastic cup to the side.

"You know littering is bad for the environment," Zart smiled.

"Yeah, well, it's not like anything could get any worse in this hell hole," Tessa replied and smiled.

"And Greenie is what we call the newbie, and until the new guy, or girl, comes, you'll be the Greenie."

"Wow. Just great. I love nicknames."

"Your welcome, bud!"

"Call me bud again and I'll spear you in the chest with one of your gardening tools," Tessa smiled sweetly.

Zart replied, "I'm frightened. Now, I thought you did a good job yesterday but, I'm going to have you try something harder! Get excited!" Rolling my eyes, I knelt and started to dig.

Quote: "Sometimes good things happen to bad people."-Revenge