The rest of the night Mac had no mare dreams.
Thanks God, she thought, not wanting to go through that whole ordeal again
After she showered, dressed and ate breakfast, Mac felt energized and renewed. The bubble of and fear and anxiety that she had had been popped.
And no longer did she feel as hollow and empty.
Mac had a full day of memories! The thought made her laugh.
Mac was wondering what she was supposed to be doing when Chuck came, running up to her.
"What is it Chuckie?"
The boy panted as he put his hands on his knees.
"They've called a",Chuck tried to catch his breath, "a gathering."
"What's a gathering?"
"Just come with me." Chuck huffed.
Chuck Brought me to a room in the homestead I haven't had the chance to explore. It was a big room, with chairs. The thought of it reminded her of a conference room.
In the chairs, sat about ten boys. My eyes emediately went to Newt, who was sitting on the farside, fiddling with the bandage I had put on him last night. As soon as i walked in, everyone looked at me. I recognized Alby, Minho, Thomas, and Frypan.
"Take a seat." Alby said curtly, gesturing to a chair that was facing the boys.
Alby looked real stressed. And after that horrible encounter that Thomas explained to me, I couldnt blame him.
Chuck left without saying a word. Why couldn't he stay?
"Slinthead here", Alby pointed to Newt." Told me you had a "memory dream."
"That's what she buggin called it." Newt said back.
There were a few snickers from the boys. Thomas even managed a smile.
"So? What is it?A big pile of klunk, or a shuck memory?" Alby asked.
"I think it was a memory. Because Minho was in it, and before last night, I hadn't looked at him for more than a second."
Alby and the rest of the boys moved to the edges of there seats.
When nobody said anything I continued to talk." Alby was there, you were too Thomas, also the other girl was in it." Everybody started talking at once, like the mute button on a remote had been turned off.
"You shanks shut up!" Alby yelled.
Everyone quieted except for this one boy with dark black hair, and a nose that looked like a fat lemon.
"Looks like me and Ben aren't the only ones who know Thomas.
"I said shut your shuck mouth Gally!" Alby said with a furious rage.
Galley then shut up.
I saw Thomas roll his eyes.
"What was the dream about?" Thomas asked.
Everyone looked at Thomas like, why did you speak? You have no right to speak.
Then the Gally boy said"Well? Are you going to tell us the damned dream or not!"
"Whoa, no need to get crazy." I said while circling my finger near my ear.
Gally started to get up, but Newt grabbed his arm and pulled him back in his chair." Touch her, and I'll bloody banish your shuck-face myself."
Now everyone looked at Newt.Even Gally looked slightly shockedat Newts act of anger.
"Ok...So in my dream..."
Ten minutes later I had explained every little detail, because there was nothing to hide.
Everyone was shocked. No, not shocked, paralyzed.
"So we all knew each other before the maze." Minho said with a childlike fasination.
Newt and Alby looked at each other like they knew something we didn't. Thomas just sat there, looking down as in a deep thought.
"I knew I recognized that girl... and you too Mac." Thomas announced." But why didn't you recognize Alby or Minho, they were with us too." I said back.
"I don't know." Thomas mumbled, that look on his face like he was trying to solve a hard math problem in his head as strong as ever.
"Ok! Everyone quiet now." Alby hushed the gladers.
"Nothing leaves this room. Got that slintheads?"
Everyone obediently muttered "yes." Ok, well have another gathering when the coma chick wakes up- see if she had any " memory dreams."
"Wait!" Frypan said as we all started to get up.
"I was going to show you guys last night, but this is the perfect time." The hairy boy said as he opened up that man stachel he carried everywhere with him.
"Somethi'n klunk came up with the girl, it was in the food box."
Frypan lifted out an old shiny silver camera. The one were the lense pops out.
Why the hell would they send up a camera? What is wrong with the people who sent us here. Is this some kind of cruel joke? What? Do they want us to record all the fan, happy times in the glade? In the hellhole of the place they kept them in like lab rats?
I had made a descovery. I could barely contain my excitement. But I only wanted to talk about this to Thomas, for some reason I quite couldn't put my finger on.
It was decided the camera went to me.
Alby said I also didn't need a tour either-he said I knew more already than a third of the boys here.
Everyone got up and left, but as Newt was about to leave the room, I signaled him to stay.
A minute later, me and him were alone in the same room.
"I just wanted to say thanks for sticking up for me Newt. That was very sweet and silly of you."
"Anytime greenie." His eyes let go of some of the sadness in his eyes, and I had a feeling it would never come back.
Mac felt a way around Newt. It was a feeling of comfort and love. It was no longer a coincidence in her mind that her and Newt were once very good freinds.
You can't erase feelings.
