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Leone began to shake. "I should have told you. I should have told you. I should have told you," she repeated, gripping her head, almost as if traumatized. Like any normal person, Newt had no idea what he should do. She was one of his best friends, for almost two years. Leone was tense and looked away from Newt, refusing to look back. "I should have told you. I should have told you. I should have told you."

Suddenly, Newt hugged her. Just hugged her. And didn't let go. She put down her arms and relaxed. A humble smile spread across her face, but faded quickly. Her eyes were beginning to dry as I smirked, before my face fell into shock. What was she doing? Hugging him back? Did he possibly… like her? Did she like him?

She too realized and let out a foolish giggle, "Newt, what are you doing?" she asked, sitting upright, "It's just me, Leo. Same old Leo."

Newt straightened himself, letting go of her. He too, laughed. "But your name is Leone!" he got out between giggles. This was quite a funny happening even though it was really graceless. You could clearly see that he was trying to pretend that didn't happen. There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds before Newt stood up quickly. "We should get back to work," he stated, nodding to himself and concentrating his words. He held out a hand to help Leone up. She accepted the help and got up off the ground. Shortly after, Newt and Leone walked to the garden, where there were many crops to be harvested, weeded, and planted.

Shortly after this, Alby walked over to Newt. "Who's gonna give Greenie the tour?" he whispered, even though it was quite loud. He was acting as if nothing just happened between Newt and Leone.

"Well, she seems to know her way around…." Newt claimed, his words fading out at the end.

Alby looked at him with stern eyes. "The tour."

"Right. I'll go do that now…" He trailed off. Then, he walked over to me. "So do you need a tour?"

"Yeah, I could use one. It's not like I can remember every detail from a book I read half a year ago." I responded.

"Wait…" Newt commanded, "a bloody book?"

"Was that just part of your accent or are you asking if the book was gory?" I questioned, honestly puzzled.

"… both."

"Yes." I responded concisely.

"Okay, so you know everything about us because you read a book?"

"I said yes. It was a book. Yes," I repeated myself.

Newt was still bewildered by this, but continued on. He gave me a quick tour of the glade, explaining everything that I remembered and didn't remember, which I would usually respond with "I know that" or "I knew that at one point before this…".

After an hour or two, Newt had shown me most of the Glade. Leone ran over, no longer wearing her hat, her long mess of wavy brown hair hung flew behind her. She did not seem uncomfortable, even with the awkward situation she and Newt had gone through.

"Ey, Greenie." she said, no longer lowering her voice. She then faced Newt. "Newt, mind if I show her the rest of the Glade?"

"Naw, I think we're done anyway," he replied.

Leone grabbed my wrist, dragging me away with surprising strength. What would have taken at least a half hour with Newt, took a mere five minute with Leone? She dragged me around, causing me to have to sprint to keep up. With this speed she could be a runner, so why isn't she? I thought to my self. She let go of my wrist, and fell to the ground.

"Ow," Leone muttered, "stupid legs." So that's why… she's an utter spas, I thought.

There wasn't much more I needed a tour on, but Leone showed me the deadheads. It was, of course, exactly as described in the book. I even saw the half shank. Quite scary, actually.

After the rest of the tour, she told me she was going to show me a griever, "Cuz it was getting dark."

"No! I don't wanna see any shuckin' grievers! I want to see beetle blades!" I half yelled.

Leone just sighed. "You're jacked up."

"I have reasons…" I stated, trailing off.

"Ok well, I can't show you a beetle blade, but I can show you where we sleep…"

"Fine, I guess," I moped,"… for today!"

"You really are jacked up…" she sighed. Then she started to walk back towards the forest.

"Are we going to the deadheads or something?" I asked. Leone shook her head, continuing to walk foreword.

At the first tree, it was dark. I thought I saw some sort of silver glint. Be alert, I thought. After a few more trees, Leone grabbed onto one and started to climb. There was a carving in the trunk, eroded, so I couldn't make it out. As I drew closer, I saw that the words "Leo" and much deeper, in the word leo, was "WCKD". Shuck, these people just love to brainwash people, I thought. "You coming, shank?" Leone asked as I realized that she was already above my head off the ground. I looked up at her and nodded. "PHEW! I thought that you had been killed or stung or something! You were just staring at the tree trunk! SHUCK! We wasted daylight!" She changed topic, "Come on! Or we won't be able to see our way up!"

"…Up?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Yes, now are you gonna come 'cause we can't get up if it gets darker," she ordered, as I reluctantly began to climb. Where the shuck is she leading me? I asked myself.

After only a short while, we were above the tops of the rest of the trees. "Shank," I started, "how much taller than the other trees is this one?"

"Almost there," she responded.

"Doesn't answer my question, but… yay!" I breathed in relief.

"Shuckface, you're weak aren't you?" she asked rhetorically.

"OFFENSIVE!" I yelled as Leone ignored me.

"Hey, we're here Shuckface!" she ignored my comment downright and changed the topic completely.

I sighed shortly before looking at what "here" was. We were close to the top of the tree, and it was very broad for being so high. There was almost a path of branches.

"This one's mine, I'll set up one for you over there," she said blandly whilst walking over to a hammock. There was a wide branch underneath it and one on either side. Well, that's convenient, I thought. The hammock itself was hanging from the higher branches, and the two on the side of it acted like rails. Also conveniently, the same thing was facing opposite that, just without the hammock.

Leone started to walk on the wide branch to her hammock, before turning around and reaching towards one of the branches going up from that. "Gally hammered a chest into the tree for me," she said, opening the small, blond wooded box with a metal latch on the front. Then she grabbed out a small, blue series of string that all came together at the end. I guess that this is a homemade hammock? I assumed. She strung it over her shoulders and reached down to her ankle level pockets. She carefully unbuttoned them and reached inside. Out of these pockets, she took one carved stick. Each had a leather cap on part of it. She slipped the leather off both with her pointer fingers. Daggers?

"Don't worry, they're multipurpose. They're strong as a butcher's knives," she reassured. she then stabbed one into the tree and pulled herself up using it. She then put the other one higher up and yanked herself upwards. Leone let go of the lower dagger which was in her right hand. Now she was only being supported by her left hand. The young glader pulled the blue string hammock off her shoulders and tied one side to a branch. She then gripped the other side tightly in her right hand and jumped horizontally to the branch across from her, ripping the knife in her left hand with her and stabbing it back in on the other side. She switched the items in her hands and tied an intricate knot in the hammock string around the other branch.

"There!" she said happily, while jumping down, once again ripping the knife out of the tree. She turned around and tore the other knife out of the first hole she made.

"Thanks," I said quietly, knowing that many of the other gladers were trying to get to sleep.

"You're not half bad, are ya shank?" She smiled. "Oh yeah, now sleep time. You managed to live past day one!" Leone said cheerfully.

"When was the last time some poor shank didn't?" I responded.

"SLEEP!"

"Yes ma'm!" I stood at attention and saluted. Leone just sighed. She crawled into her hammock and made a loud groan noise.

"Sleep Raven, sleep…" she groaned before trailing off and closing her eyes. I walked over to the other side of the crossroads branches. Apposing the hammock's appearance, it was actually rather comfy.

I don't remember falling asleep, only waking up in the morning. "Rise and shine Greenie! Day two begins!" Leone yelled.

"Call me 'Greenie' again and I will…" I groaned, "no, I can't punch you… and I will… HUG YOU, THATS IT!"

"OK OK! No need to get so harsh! I won't call you… that again. Anyway, we gave you the tour a day earlier than most… new gladers so we can't assign you a job until tomorrow. You can go explore; you know the rules right?"

My face grew solemn as I remembered reading about the traumatizing event of Ben's death. "How could I forget…" I shivered. "Imma go beetle blade hunting!"

"No," Leone responded concisely.

"Why not?" I responded, "I can't go through the changing 'cause I have all my memories."

"You have a point, but I'll have to come with you." Through out this conversation,we had been walking toward the glade's center, and just arrived.

"No," I responded to this, "you CAN get stung. You CAN go through the changing. I'll be back before the runners come back." I said, before taking off running so she couldn't follow.

"Where's she off to?" Newt asked Leone, a few feet behind and to the right of her.

"She's one jacked up shuck," she sighed, shaking her head, "I gotta go chase her, see you!" Leone began to run after me.

I reached the deadheads, laughing myself out of breath. I stopped 'cause, well, respect for the dead. Leone caught up to me and grabbed my arm, "shank, you're a piece of klu-"

"RUN!" I screamed. A beetle blade came down from a branch above her and landed on her neck. She was attacked. By a beetle blade.

A/N:

Don't. Kill. Me. Please. So heres the story:

My laptop was taken away. Then, once I got it back, I got SEVERE writers block until… yesterday. Niji bribed me to write and I was thinking what she would do if my writer's block didn't go away. Suddenly in ELA… poof! No more writer's block. But yesterday was REALLY busy so I could only write a little and wanted to make this chappie long to make up for all that time. So I hope you like this chappie and I hope that you don't kill me… Remember that all favorites, follows, and reviews are appreciated!

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