ASUNDER (I) : tmr newt

06: I'm Flying

That much is true. I wish he would go away. Not only does he manage to hate me, despite never having spoken to me, he also manages to follow around all the other girls too. So it couldn't possibly be just me that he detests.

"Can we just explore on our own?" I ask Newt.

He looks taken aback for a second, before he nods. "Yeah, of course. As long as you don't cause any trouble I don't see why you wouldn't be able to."

I don't want for him to finish, or to recant his statement. Instead, I run away, further off towards a wall. I head to the one furthest from the sun, the one that lies in the bright light. The sun is nearing the ground, which means that within the next couple of minutes the Runners will be back.

If only I could get a better look.

When I finish jogging, I am staring the wall up and down. Excitement riddles my fingers, as I they itch for adventure. This place is so very dull, and if I can manage one time to find so sort of fun, this is that moment.

This time, I am going to be more precautious. I let my fingers search around for a thick vine. It takes a minute or two before I find one that I like. Quickly, I tie in around my waist. Looking around, I notice no one is watching. Everyone has left their jobs for the night, probably off to get dinner.

I am starving. Though I ate lunch today, I don't think I ever ate before that. Maybe the bonfire counts, but I don't remember much of what I ate. Everything from that night is a little fuzzy. The names of who I talked to escape me, but I do remember talking to a few of the Runners, and a Keeper or two. Even the guys who wanted me locked up were pleasant enough.

My hands grip tightly around the vines as I hoist myself up. They are very sturdy, and I wonder if when I get to the top I'll be able to see everyone. Sooner or later I am going to have to go back and pick up job, but for the time being I don't know what I want to do. Everything seems boring. Especially cooking.

Although that guy Frypan did seem to stick up for me at the meeting. He is the Cook around here, and maybe I'd like working with him.

I want to run instead.

"Hey Greenie." I look down, maybe half a dozen meters below me to see the face of none other than Minho, glancing up at me. "What's with you and climbing things that shouldn't be climbed?"

"I don't know, Maze boy," I sigh. "What's it with you and only being around when I am getting into trouble?"

He reaches some vine below me, pulling himself up. They rip out from the wall, and he falls to the ground, landing on his butt.

I laugh, biting my lip. When he looks up, he smiles and holds the end up to a thicker vine. "Maze boy, huh? Thought you'd be more creative."

"Maybe I should change your name to copier." I suggest, nodding to where he ties the plant around his waist. "Thought you thought climbing things was trouble."

He shakes his head, finally satisfied with the knot as he moves up. Instead of waiting for him, I keep climbing, hoping he will catch up quickly.

"You like to run, don't you?" He grunts, and I can hear him struggling to move up after me.

I pause, shrugging. "Only when there is someone who likes to follow."

"Well, then you've got me all shucking wrong," Minho remarks. "I lead."

I let my head slip from side to side. These shanks are going to get the better of me. Minho seems to be all quick comebacks and creasing eyes. At first I thought he was delicate, and a stickler for the rules. Up here though, away from the other Gladers, he seems to let all that he is supposed to be fall apart.