The next day I woke up because someone put a hand on my mouth. What. Newt woke me and Jack up and brought us somewhere.
"You need to see this" he said. We walked to one of the walls of the glade. Newt pushed away some ivy and made a window appear. He stared at it for ten minutes but nothing happened. Until...
"Waah! What is that?!" I asked shocked. A huge, ugly, dirty, scary monster walked/crawled/rolled/whatever it was past the window.
"That is a griever. In the night they come out in the maze. That's why we never sleep there. The doors keep the grievers out. They're ugly, aren't they?. But yeah, now you have the answer. Now, I need to start running in ten minutes so I will put you to work."
"No, no way! I'm not going to do anything for you, I don't know you. You can't just let me work every day!" Jack shouted and walked away. I looked at Newt
"It happens sometimes. He will come around. Today the builders, Marie. I'm sorry to put you with Gally, but I have a gift as a compromise. Wait here." Newt walked away and now I stood all alone at the window with a horror behind it, fortunately I had my stick. After a minute, Newt was back and he had something in his hand.
"It's been in homestead for a while but nobody uses it, you can have it." He said and gave me a hairbrush. Nice.
"Thank you"
"It's nothing" he said and turned around. He began walking away but I remembered something.
"Hey, Newt!" I ran to him when he stopped to turn around.
"Yes?"
"Can you braid my hair?"
And that's why Newt braided my hair every morning before he ran, for already two weeks. Yes, two weeks already passed. I had tried all the jobs and now the keepers were going to decide which work we needed to do. Yes we, I persuaded Jack to work. It lasted a few days but I succeeded. Congrats to me! It was difficult. Jack's pessimistic thoughts seemed contagious, but then I thought about my promise. Don't cry, stay strong. En that's how I succeeded. And now he's friends with Clint and Jeff, the med-jacks. It was obvious that Jack wanted to be a med-jack. I was talking with Newt and Minho after dinner, 10 minutes before the gathering.
"Are you finally going to tell me what you want to do?" Minho asked
"No, does it matter? I can't choose." I said stubborn.
"As long as it isn't running." Newt said.
"Why not? Because I'm a girl? That's discrimination." I said teasing.
"No, of course not. Running is just really dangerous. Minho won't choose you. Right, shuckface?"
"No, I think? Do you want to run?" Minho said unsure about it. He knew that he shouldn't get me angry because bad things would happen. I thought about my third day here. An 'accident' happened with a stick and a day in the slammer.
"I'm not saying anything."
"We will hear it now, it's time" Newt said
We were in a small room in homestead. There was a semi-cirkel with chairs and on every chair there was a keeper. Then there were two chairs on the other side of the room, where Jack and I sat down.
"The gathering is opened." Alby yawned, like he got tired of it. "We're beginning with Jack, someone?" Clint immediately put his hand in the air. "yesyes, we already know. You want Jack as a med-jack? Somebody else? Nobody? Going, going, gone!" He said dryly. "Now it's getting fun, who wants the other newbie?" Everybody raised his hand, except Minho, Clint and Winston. Hehe, Winston didn't really liked me because I began screaming at him when he was about to slaughter a chicken. Poor chicken.
It surprised me that Gally raised his hand; I had made it pretty obvious that I wasn't interested. If he thought I was a good builder, then he must have forgotten that I hit my own thumb trice with a hammer, and twice his thumb.
"Gally, you know she can't handle a hammer, put your hand down" Clint said to him. I grinned when Gally put down his hand defeated.
"Yes and Frypan, she let our food burn, please don't do that to us." Minho begged. For some reason that made my smile bigger. Without comment Charlie, the keeper of the baggers, let down his hand.
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Alby said surprised.
"The klunky stick" he answered. Alby nodded and loooked around. "So, slopper or track-hoe? What will it be? Zart, why should she be a track-hoe?"
"Well," Zart began, "she's good with the plants, she treats them really carefull. She doesn't care if she gets dirty. She even whines less than Henry. She even was so into it that she didn't notice that I was talking to her for fifteen minutes."
"Fine and James do you have to say anything?" Alby asked James.
"She's a girl. Girls always clean, don't they?" he said. Seriously, I facepalmed. Who is that stupid? He needs to learn a lot.
"Uhm...no" Alby said, "Okay, this newbies are now a med-jacks and track-hoe, congrats shanks!"