I am so sorry! I know I haven't updated in like forever, but I've been super busy with school and homework and stuff. I hope you like this chapter anyways! (There may or may not be a little Divergent reference in here )
Long brown hair, and light blue eyes. This girl was in my dream all night. She looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. In my dream, she was screaming, and being pulled away from a tall woman with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. The tall woman was crying, and she tried reaching for the girl and I, but someone held her back. The girl with the brown hair was still screaming and crying as we were put into a large truck. I felt tears running down my cheeks too, but I didn't know why. The girl must have been about 7, and I looked into the reflective metal of the inside of the truck, and I was probably only about 4 or 5. As I looked at the older girl, a name came into my mind. Brenda.
I jerked awake, in a cold sweat. Newt looked down on me, worried. "Bad dream?" he asked. "Yeah." I responded, laying my head back down on his shoulder. "Well, I'll stay awake and fight off the bad dreams." He said smirking. "With what?" I asked. "My bare hands obviously." I laughed as I closed my eyes. I fell back asleep, but with no dreams. I woke up about 3 hours later, and Newt was gone to go work. I got up and got ready, which only took me about 5 minutes since I didn't have any makeup or hair products or anything. I pulled my hair into a loose ponytail as I headed out.
I headed to the gardens and I spotted Minho on the way. "Hey," I said walking over. "What's up?" "The sky," He responded, pointing up and smirking. "The clouds, the sun, need any more examples?" I playfully hit him as I laughed. I spotted Newt over by the sleeping area and he waved. I waved back and Minho rolled his eyes. "Lets mess with little Newtie over there." He said with a mischievous smile on his face. He whipped around so that his back was facing Newt and he tilted me downwards, so from Newt's angle it looked like we were kissing. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" I heard a loud and angry yell. I snickered as I saw Newt storming towards us, face red. "What do you think you're doing?!" he yelled at Minho. Minho was trying so hard to keep a straight face and Newt looked like he was about to punch him. Finally, Minho and I burst out laughing as Newt put on a very confused expression. "What are you two laughing about?" he asked, still looking irritated. "It was just a joke." I said still laughing as I put my arm around Newt's shoulder. "Oh." Was all he could say, his face red again, this time with embarrassment. Minho and I were still dying of laughter and Newt was just standing there awkwardly which made it even funnier. Finally Minho spoke up. "I got to get back to the Maze, you two lovebirds have fun." I waved goodbye as I turned to Newt. "I got to get to the gardens." I said I quickly pecked him on the cheek. I bounded off, ready to start working.
About an hour or two later, I heard a loud noise. It was the alarms that signaled the arrival of a new Greenie. "Again?" I thought to myself as I went over to the box. I found Newt at the front of the box, looking down and waiting for it to come up. A lot of people gathered around, but not as many as when Thomas came up, so I was fine to be in the front with all the people. A few minutes later, we heard a dull thud. Alby reached down and opened the top of the box, and jumped in. He was blocking the Greenie from sight. "Newt, get down here." Alby said. Newt jumped down into the box and I heard him say, "It's another girl." I heard shouts of excitement and I heard a conversation from somewhere in the crowd. "Another girl?" "I call dibs!" "You can't call dibs! What if I want her?" "Fine, then I get Emma." "No one touches the new girl or Emma." Newt said with a stern look on his face. I heard some sighs and then Alby spoke. "I think she's dead." "What?" I asked, jumping down into the box. Alby yelled at me, but I had to get a better look. The girl had long dark brown hair and she looked to be around sixteen or seventeen. And sure enough, she was laying motionless on the floor of the box. "What's in her hand?" I heard someone ask. Newt bent down and grabbed the paper she had crumpled in her hand. Newt quietly spoke. "She's the last one. Ever."
