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Chapter 1
I raise from my bed, blinking my eyes at the light. Newt’s already up, he looks up at me, “Morning Sleepy-Head,” He smiles, “Rise and shine,” With that he walks off, smiling at his own joke.
I do as I’m told, and get up, I look at my watch to see how late they let me sleep in—Twelve o’clock?! I jump out of bed; there’s way too much work to be done to let me sleep in like that! I don’t know how I did sleep in, I never have before…
I rush to get ready for the day, and almost as soon as I’m ready, I go to see if Frypan has any food for me before I start working.
“Morning Gally,” Says Frypan, smiling at me. (He most likely thinks it’s funny that I slept in.)
“Hey,” I say, “Have any food ‘round here?” I look around.
“Heh, you think I would forget to give you breakfast? On this special day?!” He chuckles and turns to get me something out of a pot, “Here you are Gally, your favorite meal!”
It is my favorite meal… What’s happening? Why is he talking like that? But I don’t care enough to ask him. Frypan has his reasons, and if he wants to give my favorite meal on this ‘special day’, then why stop him?
I eat my food quickly and jog to go help the other Builders with the work. We’re working on making more houses, it’s going well. We have a few already done, and it’s looking good.
“Gally,” Says one of the guys, “Where are we putting the next one?” I look over at the Glade and put my hands on my hips.
“Just next to the other ones.” I say and point to where I want it, “Closer to the Maze wall.” He nods and yells the same thing I just said to him, to the other Builders. They start working, like we always do. A well-oiled machine.
At the end of the day (We don’t eat lunch on a work day.) we go to get our dinner.
I sit on Frypan’s table while he pass’ people the food he made. Everyone smiles at me, like I’ve done something very great. I just nod to them, and Frypan also keeps smiling at me too. They know something that I don’t for sure…
I can’t stand not knowing any longer once Newt comes up in line and smiles at me saying, “Good day, ‘eh Gally?” He asks in his Irish accent.
“What are you talking about?” I say crossing my arms.
“What do yi’ mean?” He says chuckling and stepping out of the food line to talk to me.
“You know. I’m sure, everyone does, all but me that is.” I state looking him in the eyes, trying to suck all his secrets out of him with mine.
He only chuckles, “I onlie, wanna know how yer day was.” He smiles shrugging.
“I know you know something.” I demand.
He smiles the most fake innocent smile I have ever seen! Like… He can’t really be trying! Chuck could do a better one than… that. And also dares to say, “I have no clue what you’re talking ‘bout Gally.” And walks off. I just watch him go and finish my food.
What could be going on? Was I supposed to do something really good today, but I forgot, and they’re all happy about something I didn’t even do? That can’t be it… They were acting like it was a special day for me… like an anniversary or something like that…