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I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and new. I could take anything now.
Almost anything.
I ran to the Homestead to meet Alby. He and Newt were going to show me around today. I mean, I was going to be tested- gee, tested, that sounds nice-to see what job I'd have.
"Hey, guys." I said, meeting Alby and Newt near the Box, that horrible, disastrous box.
The alarm suddenly went off, sending my hands to my ears.
"What'd you Greenies do now?" Alby screamed in my face. I didn't respond, knowing it would only make him angrier. He and Newt ran up to the Box and waited.
When the alarms finally died down, the Box opened and a couple of Gladers helped a boy out. He was pale and tall, with long black hair. His name was Fang; he was one of the flock. I knew this before he said it. Thanks, Voice.
"Fang, is it?" Newt said. "I'm Newt, this is Alby. Welcome to the Glade." Nice name, huh? I thought, Reminds me of this place called Antarctica, it's really cold there.
"Thanks, I guess." Fang searched the crowd; his eyes met mine for a short time. I recognized him. I really did. He looked into my eyes, and then continued his search. It didn't take long. Most of the Gladers had resumed their daily schedule. I was only here because I didn't have a daily schedule to resume. Which reminded me. . .
"What about my testing or whatever-you-call-it?" I asked. Alby looked at me, and then said, "I guess you'll come along."
We were walking towards the deadheads when I spotted something scurrying across the ground. "What was that?" I said, pointing at the ground. Alby sighed and said, "Beetle blade."
"'S how the buggin' creators watch us." Newt added.
"Ew, stalkers," I whispered in Fang's ear. He grinned slightly and whispered, "They seem nice," I had to smile. Fang seemed all too familiar to be just an acquaintance.
"Hey, question is, what's this?" Alby was picking up a feather from the ground. My hand instinctively reached my back. Uh-oh, Mr. Voice wasn't going to be very happy.
It's too late. Show them your wings. Fang, too.
I sighed. "Fang, you have wings." I told him.
"Nah, duh," he snapped.
"Fang, we have to show them our wings."
He hesitated, then turned so that his wings would fit in the small path through the deadheads. I did the same. I nodded, and Fang and I took off our jackets and uncurled our wings.
Mwah ah ah! So thanks, Voice.
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