As I eat breakfast, I think about everything that has already happened in the less than 2 days that I have been at the Glade. I've met so many different kinds of people. The kind ones like Newt who make me feel safe, and the scary ones like Mark who make me want to stay as far away as possible from them. I also ponder about how familiar Newt's face seems to me. The familiarity is unsettling. Now, I'm almost certain I've seen him somewhere before, but I just can't seem to put my finger on it.

While we eat, Newt explains how every Glader does their part by doing different jobs. The jobs he listed were Builders, Bricknicks, Sloppers, Baggers, Cooks, Track-Hoes, Med-Jacks, Slicers, and Runners. After explaining what each job was, he also tells me how each job has a Keeper, who are the leaders of that specific job. Each Keeper has a place in the Gathering, which is apparently something they hold everytime a Glader gets into some kind of trouble. Each Keeper and Alby and Newt are there to vote for the punishment of the one who is in trouble.

"Now, for the next 2 weeks, you will try out the different jobs we have in the Glade. The ones that you do the best at will be what you do," Newt explains.

"What if I'm not good at anything?" I ask, worriedly.

He sighs. "Then you're going to have to become a slopper," he says.

"Oh," I say quietly.

"Don't worry about it. Something will stick. It usually does," Newt reassures me. "Now, the first job you will try doing is working with the dreaded slicers."

I groan. "Do I even have to?" Whining, I say, "We both know from yesterday's tour that I am definitely not going to want to become a slicer."

"Sorry, but you have to try out every job we have to offer," he says apologetically. "Plus, newbies always start with the Slicers."

Sighing, I say, "Just don't blame me if I end up puking or something."

As we finish up our breakfast, Newt tells me, "Come on, there's something you have to do before you go to the Blood House."

He takes me to one of the walls that surround the Glade. Many worn out names are carved on the wall. Newt hands me a knife and tells me to carve my name on the wall. I spot an empty space next to Newt's name, which is neatly carved in. I place the knife on the wall and start carving my name. It takes me a whole 15 minutes to carve my name. I probably could've taken less time, but I wanted my name carved neatly. After all, it would be there for a long time.

"You sure took your time," Newt commented after I finished carving.

"Well, I wanted to make it look nice. Plus, I am definitely in no hurry to go to the Blood House," I replied.