Newt,

You won't believe what happened to me today!

You know that girl I was telling you about? The one with blonde hair and green eyes? She finally talked to me this morning.

I was helping some shanks sort a klunk load of oranges into portions when she came up to me.

The shuck girl scared me half to death! I'm sitting there working and she shows up right behind me out of nowhere. She might as well have been a griever she scared me so buggin' bad!

She came up and said my name really quiet. I could barely hear her. her shyness was kind of cute, though.

"I'm Beth," she said.

She had an accent like yours! That brought back great memories. Memories that I actually don't want to ever forget. Memories that I wish so bad I could relive.

She kept looking at me and it almost seemed like she was going to bow out from whatever she was trying to do and walk away. Or pass out. This chick didn't seem like the most talkative shuck person.

Finally, she talked.

"Do you, umm, know August?" I didn't know what the klunk she was talking about. I've never heard of anyone with a name anywhere close to August. Last I heard, that was a month, not a person.

I told her no, and sorry. I told her that I'd never heard of him. The thing is, Newt, her face totally sunk at that. I felt so bad disappointing her, I really buggin' did, but I couldn't lie. I didn't know what the shuck she was talking about!

Beth turned around and I thought she was going to leave, but then she turned back around and her face was filled with all this shuck hope. I really didn't want to let her down again.

"What about N...Newt...?" she asked. She seemed unsure at the name, but I knew it all the same. My heart started speeding. What did she want from me?

I told her ya, I do. I stuttered and had to take a deep breath before I said anything else. I hadn't engaged in much interaction with others for a while...this was a heck of a restart. I told Beth that Newt is my best friend.

But I corrected myself in my head. You were my best friend. You could be dead now for all I know. Killed by the flare. Or one of those shuck cranks.

Beth sure seemed happy that I knew you. She asked where you were and if you were here and she seemed so excited about it and my heart totally sank. I didn't know how this girl knew you, but she was obviously excited to see you. I was going to have to let her down again.

I told her that you weren't immne. She looked almost as sad as I felt. I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to tell her the whole shuck story of us leaving you.

I was going to have to tell her that it's my fault you're not here...

That was the first time I've retold our buggin' story. It was like the world was crushing in on me, closing up more and more as I got farther in. But I think I kept my sadness hidden. I mean, of course she knew I wasn't happy. Everyone knew I wasn't happy.

But I stayed strong. That's what we've been taught to do our whole lives.

I finished and looked at the ground. I'm sure my buggin' face was bright red. Of course I was embarassed! Dude, you can't blame me for that.

Out of nowhere, Beth steps up and hugs me.

Newt, I've told you before that I'm not good with shuck girls. What am I supposed to do when one hugs me?!

As awkward as it was for me already, I then realized that Beth was shuck crying. Crap. Crap, crap, crap!

I hugged her back, because I guess that was the best thing to. I guess? Plus, I really, really wanted to hug her back. Wow, I am dumb as klunk when it comes to girls.

Somehow, Beth smelled good. She was beautiful and smelled good. Even through all of this. I was kind of rethinking Sonia...

After a while, Beth pulled away. She mumbled sorry, but I actually didn't buggin' mind. I enjoyed it. Not her crying - I'm not a douche - but hugging her. Does it feel this amazing with all girls? No. Probably not.

Finally, I had a chance to ask the question that had been burning in my shuck head for a while: How does she know you?

Her answer totally blew my mind, Newt.

You are her brother, Newt. She told me her whole story, and it was amazing. It was so buggin' amazing.

Beth wasn't part of the girls group like I thought she was. She was one of our rescued immunes. She's about a year older than you. She said that when you were five, these people from WICKED took you. They said that you were smart, smarter than most kids your age. She knew that already, of course.

Beth told me that you and her were best friends before they took you. You guys were always together. Your real name is August. She said that when you were little, her and your mom and your dad would always call you Auggie.

I can imagine you as an August. It fits.

Beth told her whole story with so much enthusiasm, it was so buggin' cute. I think I like this girl, Newt. She was so happy. But her mood dropped a bit when she got to the part of them taking you.

The men showed up at your house, and you and Beth didn't know what was happening. Your mom told you to say goodbye to each other, but you knew it must have been anything but good, because she herself was crying.

Your dad had already been taken by the flare.

The men took you and left, but as they got in the car, Beth overhead things. Things about an experiment. Something about renaming you after Newton. They were going to buggin' name you Newt from the moment they took you.

Beth couldn't see you as Newt, but she didn't think she would ever see you again, anyways. Her best friend and little brother was gone forever. I wanted to buggin' cry for her now. I've never really thought about our families before now. The last person I thought we would ever meet was someone from our family.

I wonder if I still have a sister alive out there somewhere.

Beth escaped from her house about 10 years later after her mom was taken away. She had caught the shuck flare, too. Somehow, Beth survived through the cranks and now she was here.

This girl is so amazing, Newt.

Your sister is so amazing.

I think I'm really starting to like your buggin' sister. I hope your okay with that.

-Minho