Jumping out of Newt's arms I wobbled towards Alby wrapping my arms around his neck burying my head in his shoulder balancing myself.

"How are you here?" He questioned hugging me back.

"I thought you died!" His voice was shook. A hurt expression crossed his face making me feel guilty.

"I couldn't-"

"Alby, how do you know her?" A young boy with curly hair asked softly interrupting me.

Every single boy stopped to look at Alby and I. He looked at me and pulled me away to face the boys but held my hand so I could keep my balance.

"She's the real first glader not me. She's also my savior," he paused and glanced at me, "She saved me from a griever, I thought she was dead all this time."

"Is that why she has one leg?" A taller muscular boy snorted aloud with two other boys behind him. I have to admit he was really attractive but definitely has a cocky attitude which really made me want to punch him.

"Yes, she has one leg because she saved your leader and got her leg ripped off and couldn't move from the same spot for a whole year," his eyes flashed a look of pity but quickly changed to anger as I continued, "She also would never talk to someone like you even if it killed her." My statement made the other boys chuckle even though they were still confused by my presence.

"Okay don't start fights already, Gally." Alby intervened calming down the boy named Gally who looked really pissed and walked away.

A week had past by quickly and the gladers were gradually warming up to me. All except one, Gally. His presence was enough to make me frustrated and mine was to him. Well, that's what I had heard.

The boys were sitting down for lunch waiting for Frypan to fill their plates. Gally and his two pals happened to be at the table near the door. As usual I was on my new pair of crutches that Jeff and Clint had specially made for just me. Minho was with me to help open the door. When I accidently dropped one of my crutches, which happened a lot, he leaned down to pick it up. That's when we both heard them talking.

"She's so useless. She can't even walk, what makes Alby think she can be a builder yet alone have a job?" A boy named Brady whispered quietly to his friends Gally and Sol. Minho had a disgusted look on his face while he gripped my crutch handle tightly slowly giving it to me.

I knew what he was going to do and he knew I knew.

"Don't Minho. He's not worth it."

"I can't just let those three keep talking shit about you like this! You deserve better, a lot better."

"Believe me when I say this, that day with come eventually. Now's not the right time. I wasn't expecting everyone to be happy having me here."

"But you're hear now aren't you?" Minho kept arguing, "They should learn to respect that you're here and you're here to stay!"

"Thanks Minho." I smiled hoping he would let it go. At least I have a few people in the glade I can really trust.