ASUNDER (I) : tmr newt

05: I'm Confused

When their leader was pestering me for my name earlier, I assumed that Newt hadn't told anyone it. Which is odd, because I know he knows it. Unless he hit his head when he fell into the box, but I doubt that. He was up and running only seconds later, and despite his limp I doubt he was hurt.

That being said, it seemed as though the ginger and the youngest girl were keeping their names secret. As far as I know, they didn't tell anybody, and they certainly didn't tell me.

"I'm Minho," he says, as he looks over his shoulder, "and duty calls."

"Good luck." I offer, as I watch him jog off towards the maze doors, unsure of where he is going. None of the other boys would go in there, but for some reason it seems like it's his job.

"That's the dumbest thing a greenie's ever said to me," he laughs, "but thanks."

There are so many odd words in here, which cling together in ways I don't understand. As far as I can tell, it seems as though I am from the same place as most of the other boys, so I don't get why their slang escapes me. Nevertheless, I can't help but wonder what all the words he says mean.

"Hey shank!" I hear someone call out behind me, and I know the voice to be that of the blonde.

She is behind me, and jogging up towards me. The clothes she is wearing are the same clothes she was wearing yesterday. Dark green pants that are rolled up to just below her knees, and a light blue button up she leaves untucked at her front. It looks slept in however, as is expected, and I can see from where her sleeve is rolled up, a dark stain.

"What are you doing up so early?" She asks.

I shrug, "I didn't do it on purpose. I sort of woke up."

"I'm exhausted from that bonfire." She yawns as she says it, before she begins to undo her hair from the messy pony tail it is in. She takes the elastic between her teeth and talks through it. "I difn't ssee you there."

"I wasn't there." I answer, moving my hand up to my head. My hair is also in a ponytail, although my hair barely travels down to my neck while it's up, where hers moves almost to the bottom of her ribcage.

I watch as her hands spiral down her hair, creating a long braid on one side of her head. Her fingers move nimbly, so she must have done this before. Although, I doubt she remembers it.

When she finishes with half of her hair, she moves on to the others half. "You should've come. I had a blast, the boys here know how to party."

That may be true, but that doesn't mean I know how to party. I don't exactly know what I know anyway. All that is apparent in the morning, is that she is more radiant than the sun, and more magnetic as well.

"So what exactly is the deal around here?' I ask, watching her hands wind down to the end.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Beats me. I think today we get to choose exactly what it is we do here. There's a bunch of different jobs."

When she finishes, she looks down at her hair and lets it go. It stays in place, but threatens to untwine. My fingers rip the hair tie out of my hair, and I hand it to her. She nods, before taking it and wrapping it around the end of her braid.

"You sure you don't need it?"

I'm not sure, but it's too late now. Besides, it's not like there isn't anything here that I could use to tie up my hair in the event I need to do so.

"Are we just waiting for those other girls to wake up?" I ask, not feeling the need to answer her question.

She shakes her head. "I doubt that ginger chick is out of the lock up yet, and that tiny girl is asleep somewhere I imagine."