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"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" A war cry escapes my lips as I charge toward the boys who butchered my hair. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!" I shout, trying not to laugh.

Minho and Newt watch me with suppressed grins as I charge them. They won't be smiling for long.

The first one I reach is Minho. With a hurtling leap, I throw myself at him, tackling him roughly to the ground. In the process, I slam my face into his, and I can't help but notice how warm his skin his. Without another thought, I begin to pommel him with my small, uninjured fist. He will pay for the damage to my hair. Speaking of my hair, it honestly does feel great to have it not blowing in my face. Not that I will admit that or anything.

When Minho starts laughing, I stop punching. I'm obviously not hurting him. I roll off of him in disgust. A snicker grabs my attention, and now I face Newt, his face contorted with laughter.

"Your turn!" I yell, and fling myself at him. My arms wrap around his chest, and with an audible thud, we fall to the ground. "YOU RUINED MY HAIR!" I scream.

He laughs and dodges my weak punch. "Now I ruin your face!" With that statement, I pound my fist forcefully on Newt's eye. He groans and I feel satisfied that I actually caused pain.

"Syd, that shuckin hurt." He moans and puts a hand over his eye.

"Good," I retort, though I'm actually not that mad anymore.

"Good job, Newt. A black eye from a girl," Minho taunts with that ever present grin.

"I am not done with you!" I yell playfully and shove Minho to the grassy ground. We resume the same fighting strategy from earlier. Me punching, him dodging. We go on like this for a bit, until I finally land a lucky punch in his gut. He sighs in pain and I roll off of him, content with my win.

"Was that really necessary?" I hear Minho groan from beside me.

"You're a real shuck, you know that?" is my reply.

I actually feel fulfilled for a moment, until I see Alby walking towards us, always the bringer of bad news.

"Syd," his deep, powerful voice always sets me on edge, "Did you attack these two Gladers?" His words are infused with disappointment.

"Well, yeah, I mean, look what they did to my hair." I gesture with my good hand at my terrible haircut.

"You are aware that hurting other Gladers is against the rules, correct?"

The sinking feeling that I'm becoming familiar with floods in.

"Oh, yeah…" I trail off. There really is no mercy here. These rules were told to me only a day ago, and I've already broken one.

"I'm sorry, but that's another night in the Slammer for you." Alby gives me a meaningful glance.

"What about Frypan? He needs my help," I try to squeeze out a helpful excuse.

"Frypan will be fine." He looks at Minho and Newt, who are still rubbing their new injuries. "And you two, after you escort Sydney, we need to talk." With that, Alby walks away, his cotton shirt snapping in the wind. I notice that Newt doesn't appreciate being told off by Alby, and part of me regrets getting him into this.

"Sorry, guys," I mutter. "It wasn't supposed to get us in trouble."

"Its fine, Sid," says Minho, forcing a smile. "Do you think this is the first time that we've been in trouble?" He smirks, and I try to smile too.

"No, and I'm sure it won't be the last."

Without another word, we turn and walk toward the slammer, like it's still day one.

P/B

"I can't believe you're back in here," Newt mutters as he opens the door to the stony prison.

"Neither can I," I groan. "Not only is it smelly, dark and uncomfortable, but it's lonely!"

"You could sleep," Minho suggests halfheartedly.

"It's the middle of the day, shank."

"Just trying to help!" He puts his hands up in surrender.

I walk in begrudgingly, and the door swings in with the breeze, closing behind me. I walk to the window and hang on the bars, wishing that my company wouldn't leave.

"Why didn't you guys just leave my hair alone?" I complain.

"It was way too long, trust us." Newt tries to persuade me.

"If it weren't for this wrist, I would beat you to a pulp!" I threaten with empty words.

"I'd like to see you try," Minho says and stands directly on front of the bars. I want to say something, but for the first time in ages, I have nothing to say. We just stay like that for a moment, me searching his coffee colored eyes, and him staring into my depths of icy blue. I'm sure we would have stayed like that for longer if Newt hadn't cleared his throat.

"Oh, right," I stumble over my words, like a fawn learning to walk.

"Yeah, so, Alby wants to see us…" Newt says to Minho, who nods and turns away from my dwelling.

"Um, would you guys maybe come back later?" I instantly regret saying that and try to fix my error, "I mean, no, you don't have to, um, forget I said anything." I feel my face turning red.

"Syd, chill. We'll come back." Minho and Newt smile, and I feel slightly more at ease.

"Okay, I'll sit here and twiddle my thumbs."

I hear fading laughter mingled with lagging footsteps.

I fall back against the wall and sink to the floor. So far, the Glade is not my favorite place. I'm the only girl, I was shoved into a death maze, I got a job serving food, my hair got chopped off, and now I'm in the Slammer. Again.

The hot breeze blows through the enclosed space and ruffles the tiny bit of hair that I have. I hope Newt and Minho come back soon. All I can do is sit and think.

Dream:

"Listen, Sydney. When I go through the Swipe, I won't remember much. I'll probably just think you look vaguely familiar." The boy's voice is urgent and worried. "I don't know if I'll see you again." He nervously shifts his gaze around the room. "Don't open this until you really need to know. This will help you remember some things." He shoves a pulpy piece of paper into my hands. "Here," he says, leaning down. "Put this in your boot. In the secret compartment we made."

I nod and fiddle with the sole of my boot until it pops open, revealing a space just large enough for the paper to be concealed. I slip it in and close the compartment. My watery blue eyes meet his gaze.

"Sydney, you'll be fine. I know you." He speaks comforting words and pulls me into an embrace. "I love you, Sydney. I love you."

I repeat the words and squeeze him tight. I love him.

I jolt awake, head spinning. I must have dozed off despite the time.

Then I remember the dream.

And once again, I feel confusion, as though everything is caving in.

Dun dun dun! Hahahahahaha… anyway I hope that was fine! I literally didn't even read over it before posting, so sorry about any typos… Tell me your thoughts! You guys are so supportive! Love ya! Oh, and apparently, it messed up the chapter title, so sorry. There was supposed to be dots in there...

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