Working with the builders went as expected. I was way too weak to carry anything heavy, even if I didn't have the splint I'm sure it'd be the same. Gally was already sick of me by my fifth mistake. I had accidently hit my thumb with the hammer, I had dropped a box full of supplies that spilled everywhere, and much more. Luckily I didn't hit it hard enough to break anything so I just had to get a bandage and some ice for it. It was still painfully throbbing by the end of the day. Most of the builders ignored the fact that I was terrible at this job but some audibly groaned when I messed up. Working with the Trackhoes was boring. The kind of boring where you just want to do something, anything, to not be bored anymore. Even something as drastic as smacking someone in the face and running. It was hard to sit on my knees to pull weeds because the wooden part of my splint kept on digging into my leg. Hopefully I would be able to get it taken off soon because I need to be able to take care of myself. I can't rely on the Gladers to keep me alive. I couldn't help but to stare at Newt every once in awhile because everytime that I looked at him, I noticed something new. Like the fact that his hair was super fluffy, the way he stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth when he tried to pull an especially stubborn weed, and that he had a limp. I don't know how I didn't notice his limp before, but I wonder how he got it. It was blistering hot outside and as I worked I could feel the sun's angry heat beating down on my back. I felt like laying down in a bucket of ice in nothing but my underwear. It was the kind of day where perspiration beaded on my forehead and trickled down my face even while I was standing still. A glance down the row of plants and everything looked surreal; people were turning fluid as they entered a heat wave someone could only discern from a distance. I knew, had they bothered to look at me, my body would have looked the same to them - all wavy and such. There was no breeze to disturb the sun's relentless, burning attack and the air smelled of sweat and moist soil. The day passed without any excitement, luckily for me because I was far too worn out from everything else. When night came Newt offered me a room in the homestead, the old house that had been there when the first Gladers arrived. I turned it down because I kinda liked my hollowed out tree. It was becoming my safe place - my sanctuary in this frightening maze, even if that sounds cheesy. So instead he just gave me a blanket that was warm and well used by the looks of it and a squashed pillow. He told me to clean myself before I went to bed because I looked and smelled (which he meant in no offense to me) terrible. He offered to stand in front of the bathroom door so that no one could get in and I gladly accepted. There was no mirror in the bathroom, just the basic appliances. I stripped and stepped into the shower that must of been white at one point in it's existence but wasn't anymore. When the first drop of water hit my skin, I could feel myself relax. It warmed me and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back letting the water run all over my body. I'm sure I just made the shower ten times dirtier but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything. It was like all of my problems, the Maze, my memory, loneliness, all disappeared down the drain like the dirt on my body. I hadn't felt sad at all today and I still don't know why I was so emotional yesterday. I am not a baby so I'm glad that I was able to stop acting like one. I can be such an idiot sometimes. A sharp rap on the door brought me back to reality.

"You almost done? We only have so much water."

"Yeah! Just gotta rinse." I lied.

I washed my hair and body as quickly as I could and turned the shower off. I dried off and got dressed in the loose pants and T-shirt that Newt was able to find in the box of extra clothes and ran my fingers through my curly, shoulder length hair in an attempt to tame it. This hair is going to be a problem here, I can already tell. I decide to ask Newt for my knife back later.

" Any problems?" I ask when I step outside.

"A couple people were annoyed that they couldn't shower but they otherwise did pretty good for being a bunch of bloody teenage boys." he said with a smirk on his face.

"Thanks. Where do I put this?" I asked, lifting up my damp towel.

He motioned to the room down the hall and I nodded my head thanks. Inside was Gally. He was just calmly sitting on top of the dryer in the dimly lit room. I cautiously stepped inside but he just kept on staring at the floor. The only noise was the slow rump-rump of the washing machine. I went to drop my towel off in the laundry basket by his side but his hand shot out and clamped down hard on my arm. His sharp fingernails were digging into my skin and I could already tell that if he squeezed my arm any tighter, the skin would break.

"Hey! Leggo' of me. Dude!"

He looked up and his angry eyes met mine. He slowly shook his head back and forth while muttering something.

"Are you even listening? Let. My. Arm. Go."

" I know that you shouldn't be here. You never were supposed to be. You're a mistake. They were supposed to send you to the city. You're CRAZY. You almost messed up the variables and got people killed. Watch yourself kid." He growled.

" What are you even talking about? And I'm your age so chill with that "kid" thing. Now let me go." I hissed.

His hand dropped to his side and I got out of there as fast as I could. What did he mean? I didn't kill anyone, I don't think that I could be capable of that. I knew that he was hot tempered but I didn't know that he was crazy too. My arm had bright red fingernail marks that were extremely noticeable. Maybe I could go to the Med Jacks tent when everyone is sleeping and patch it up. At least it wasn't a bite mark, those are liable to get an infection. I better keep a close eye on Gally from now on.

"Are you ok Greenie? I thought I heard yelling and you seemed a bit excited to get out of there." Newt asked with a slightly worried look.

"Yeah. Maybe you just heard the washing machine."

"That's not what a washing mach-"

"It's late. You were probably just hearing things." I quickly said. I nervously glanced back at the door before saying goodnight to Newt and heading to my tree with a pillow and blanket already waiting inside for me.