"She...She still hasn't given me her answer...."
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(Name) is one of the early gladers and the only girl. Worse as it already is, she starts having dreams she can't recall but never questions when a boy arrives. If only she could pay more att...
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Speaking wakes me up from my slumber. I looked around the empty room to see no one even in it. It takes not even minutes before noticing that there were people outside my door. I didn't care much until I heard my name. I got up quietly, drawing closer to the door each minute. I got close enough to the point their voice was almost clear.
"You better fix this mistake now." A demanding voice rings in the air.
"I will, I promise. I just don't know what happened. Should we put them through more tests?" A different, more familiar voice spoke. I couldn't place my finger on who it was. All I knew was that I'd heard this voice before. Not once, but many times.
A scoff fills up the conversation quickly. "What do you think? We've spent five-no six years on The Glue and The Inventor. Stopping now will make everything worse."
Silence follows after that statement. Paper moving then comes next before speaking. "Or...we can make this work."
"How? How can we possibly make this work, Mr. Allen" My eyes widened. The person who was in the other conversation was the doctor who did Newt's and mine daily tests. But, what was wrong with us? Pretty sure whatever they planned, when we first met, is going well. So, why are they arguing over kids?
"Do you like the sound of changing her name to-?" Ringing fills my ears. Too loud to ignore. It leaves eventually but I couldn't catch the last word Mr. Allen had said.
Silence signals that the other person either nodded or just kept it in thought. "How about we don't change anything? We'll put her in group A then the other kid we'll...." My eyes widened. The last sentence the male said made me fall down.
I knew it. It explains everything I've picked up. This approves my theory. WICKED is not good... My heart was racing before looking around. A clock shows on the big wall, telling me that it's almost noon. Meaning that the bell will ring and that I'll have time to tell Newt before they continue their said plan.
Like on que, ringing echoes in my room just as footsteps fade away. I pull myself up before running towards the door. Girls walk over to the cafeteria with their friends. I walked at a quick pace so I could reach Newt faster.
I don't bother getting food. I see Newt sitting down on a table with a tray. Walking over there, I sit down. The boy looked up, seeming surprised to see me so early. "(Name)-"
"Newt, we have to leave." His eyes widened. Looking around, he leans forward so no one else will hear. "Wicked isn't good. They were talking about us in front of my door when I was sleeping. They say we aren't compatible enough to move on so they plan to-" A hand grabs a hold of my shoulder.
I could see Newt's eyes widening as he straightened up. "Miss (Name), glad you're not hungry. It seems I have forgotten your daily tests today." I look up and whatta know it. It was Mr. Allen with a cocky smile printed on his face. Oh shit.
