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Then she starts to shiver jerkily, "it's so freezing." she chatters out through her clenched teeth.
For a moment I just sit there, dumbfounded. Then I regain my senses and pull another blanket off the table next to me.
"What the hell?" she shivers, "Why'd you just lay a ton of snow on me?!"
"I didn't." I say puzzled.
"Yeah- you did. You just practically poured it on me!" she gets out. "Get it off!"
"Yeah right sorry..." I jump up and pull off the blanket I just laid on her.
"Jeez, it's still freezing." she chatters. "What's the temperature?"
"68 degrees." I say, still shocked.
"Oh my grass stained pants, I'm burning!" she suddenly screamed.
"What? No, I said 68 degrees." I enunciate more clearly.
"Yeah I heard you! You said 268 degrees! How are you not on fire?! I'm literally flaming! Get some water you idiot!" she yells.
"No. Mare. I said sixty. Eight. Degrees. I'm not pouring water on you, you'll just get cold again." I say stubbornly.
"Fine then. Just put the snow back on, I'd rather be freezing on Mt. Everest, rather than burning in hell." she points to the blanket.
I pick it up and throw it back on her.
"Well, that hurt! Why'd you just toss a sheet of thick ice on me?!" she yells again.
"Mare, you're hallucinating, that wasn't ice, it was a blanket, you're not freezing or burning." I say.
"You're right! I'm melting!" she screams as she looks down at herself.
"Look, you're not the wicked witch, so you're not melting!" I nearly shout, annoyed, but also confused at who the hell the wicked witch is.
Then, suddenly stopping her outbursts, she looks me in the eyes, a look of loathing crossing her face.
"You! Take back what you said! You have no right to call Louisa fat, and no right to call me short!" she spits at me.
"What?" I say bewildered.
"Yeah, me and brother just might punch the living day lights out of you! So apologize!" she shouts.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" I hold my hands up in surrender.
"I swear to whatever God is left if you don't apologize, I'll eat you up and spit you out!" she yells again.
"I said I was sorry, dang it!" I yell back, now angry.
"You asked for it." she says, quietly this time.
Then she jumps from the bed and tackles me to the floor, trying wildly, to punch me.
"Hey! Get off!" I yell at her.
"Never insult me or my friends or my brother, ever again!" She gets out, between angry huffs, and very misjudged punches.
This time she lands a punch on my lip, and I feel it split and blood trickle down. She tries in vain to punch me once more, but suddenly, it's as if invisible hands are dragging her off me.
"Get off me, you saw what he did to Newt! He deserves it!" she shouts, struggling with thin air.
Then, the door of the room bursts open, and Louisa comes inside, staring at the ridiculous scene in front of her. Her eyes follow Mare, who is still being dragged off by invisible hands, then she sees me and my bleeding lip. She lets out an incredulous laugh and points at me, doubling over.
"You- Got- Beat- Up- By- The- Sick- Girl-" Louisa gets out between laughs.
"Haha very funny!" I say sarcastically. "But don't you think you should help her!"
Louisa edges towards Mare.
"Louisa come on! Help me out here! He deserves it! He called you fat!" Mare gestures in my direction angrily.
"You what?!" Louisa shouts at me.
"I swear I didn't! She's gone crazy!" I say.
"You better be telling the truth." Louisa mutters as she tries to near Mare again.
"Louisa please! Don't just let Thomas drag me away! The idiot called me short! He broke Newt's toe!" Mare shouts.
"You broke Newt's toe?!" Louisa looks at me, shock reflected in her eyes.
"No! I have no idea what the shuck she's talking about! She's gone a crazy shank!" I reply in my defense.
Louisa glared at me, before turning back to Mare. I can see her think before she finally decides to move. She tackles Mare and pins her down.
"Thomas get off! You can't just boss me around! You're only my brother!" Mare spits at Louisa.
"Mare, it's me Louisa. There's no Thomas here. Minho didn't do anything wrong, at least I hope." Louisa mutters the last part, and shoots a glare my way.
I shrug defensively and she turns back to Mare.
Mare looks her straight in the eye with annoyance in her every facial feature. Then, her eyes roll back in her head and she goes limp.
Louisa jumps up in surprise.
"Is she dead?!" I ask, moving quickly over to them.
"No, she's breathing, see?" Louisa points to Mare's heaving chest.
"Okay good, cause I just- I feel a little- wow that was intense." I say, the weight of it all, crashing down on me.
Louisa turns to face me. Then, she tries and fails to hide a laugh.
"Haha I got beat up by a girl, who was sick, and also the greenie, have I gotten all my insults now?" I say, sarcasm lacing my voice.
"Not all of them. You were obviously to scared to fight back." Louisa gestures to Mare, unconscious yet unharmed.
"Well, what was I supposed to do?! Hit her?! You don't hit girls, shuck face." I say folding my arms.
"You could have at least tried to restrain her, you know, before she woke up. Don't you remember Kent?" she pointed out, also crossing her arms disapprovingly.
Kent was a runner, who was stung on his way out of the maze. When he got the grief serum he completely settled down, and even though he looked like klunk, he was perfectly chill. No one suspected him to try anything, and we were all shocked when we found a knife in his hand and blood pouring from his chest.
"You're right, of course, all hail Queen Louisa." I roll my eyes at her.
She slaps my shoulder, "get out, she obviously hates you as much as I do. This doesn't mean you're completely relived of duty though, you still have to come back tomorrow."
I let out a fake giggle, "you said doody!" I point at her mockingly, smiling.
"Yeah, whatever. Just go." Louisa rolls her eyes at me.
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(POV Switch)
I remember. I remember that I had a brother, but I don't remember his name. I remember that Louisa was my friend, but I also know that isn't her real name. I remember my parents and that they're dead, but I don't remember how they died. I remember that I had a twin brother and a little brother, but I don't remember what happened to either. I remember, I remember Wicked, but I don't know what it is. I just know that it's terrible, and that no one believed me that it was. I remember the first time I lost a tooth, and the first time I broke bone. My thirteenth birthday was November 13 and I've always had a passion for sharpies. My favorite color constantly changed until it finally became green, and the world. The world is messed up.
I could have thought this much from the simple truth that the world outside of the glade is willing to torture teenagers by tormenting them with the maze. But, it's worse than I could have ever thought of. Ever.