AH, HI!
Ok, don't kill me for this. I never really wanted to be the person who posts a note BUT I figured that since I've been MIA for so long I'd just drop by and fill you in on the bullshit that is in my brain right meow. So, I've FINALLY decided on what I wanted to do with this part of my story and I know alot of you were excited for me to finally bring Tommy Boy into the glade buuuuuuuuuut you're going to have to wait. Instead I'm gonna take a couple chapters to develop relationships and really give you a sense of normalcy in my version of the glade. I'll still do a time skip so that you don't have to suffer through a couple weeks of story filler. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that you may need to be a tad bit patient with it. I do plan for this to be a slow burn kind of thing so if you really need to see Tommy/ Aaron or Minho/Aaron fluffy shit then I might slap in an extra AU shorty or something of that nature. ANYWAY! I'm working on it. :P Maybe by the end of this year I'll actually get an entire chapter out!

HERE'S AN UNSATISFYING, COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY, AND STUPID PREVIEW!

I didn't understand how anyone could do this job all day. The sun beat down on me as I dug through the hot dirt with my hands, having abandoned the trowel long before now. It was now that I actually came to appreciate whoever sent these horrid clothes up, my exposed stomach did wonders for cooling my body. It was almost worth all the stares I was getting.

Having long forgotten how the farmer instructed me to do my job I felt slightly proud that I managed to actually get it done but as I stood up to examine it more thoroughly I sighed. I'd failed to just simply plant the seeds in a straight line… instead the trail weaved and zig zagged to a point that I was more impressed that I managed to screw up so entirely.

"Huh…" Zart grunted from beside me, resting his elbow on my shoulder and leaning on me slightly.

We both gazed down at my work in somewhat of an awe before I finally spoke up. "I'm not gonna be a-"

"You're not going to be a track-hoe." Zart interrupted, a small smile gracing his face as he internally laughed at my mess up. "Go to lunch, Maze Girl."

I rolled my eyes. "My name is Aaron, Farm Boy."

"And my name is Zart."

"Good to know." I smiled slyly, beginning to strut my way to lunch. "Farm Boy."

I swear I could feel his glare trying to burn holes through my back. Laughing to myself I wandered my way to where Frypan was serving lunch. He didn't say a word to me as he handed me my sandwich but made sure to give me a good long glare just so I'd know I was still on his shit list. I just smiled innocently, keeping my mouth shut so that I wouldn't push my luck. I'd heard stories of Frypan starving gladers for doing way less than I had.

"Hey, Sis!" Chuck called from our designated table, which was now rather full of a bunch of boys I didn't know.

With an eyebrow raised high I cautiously walked over to him and sat down my tray, choosing not to sit my ass down just yet. "Hey there, Dimples…who are you friends?"

"Oh, these guys really wanted to meet you!" Chuck explained gleefully. "I've been telling them everything I know about you all morning! They're sloppers, like me."

I just made a careful 'uh-huh' noise as I sat down the rest of the way, not liking the look that they had in their eyes. It was quiet for a solid two bites into my sandwich before Chuck decided to break the silence.

"So how were tryouts?"

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