Life In The Glade//TMR Newt Fanfic

"Greenie, wake up," someone tapped my shoulder. I buried my head under my blanket.

"Oh come on slinthead, not this again. Get up." Minho shook my shoulder and I fell off the bed and onto the floor with a thud. Ouch. I let out a yelp as I landed, then the blankets fell on top of me.

"Oh. Sorry, greenie. I didn't mean to...I mean...um, are you okay?" Minho asked me, slightly concerned, but also trying not to laugh. I push the blankets out of my face, and try to untangle myself from the pile of blankets on top of me. I pull one blanket off my arm only to realize that it's wrapped around my leg. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Minho, can you give me a few minutes. Ill be right out." I point towards the door. His cheeks flush pink and he rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah, um. Sorry bout that Emmy, I just figured you'd want to get up to go running." He says and walks out of my room, closing the door behind him. I smile, because I really do want to go running. I rub my eyes and eventually manage to separate my legs from the knotted blankets and stand up. I grab a t shirt and pair of denim knee-length cut shorts and get changed quickly. What I need is a sports bra, but im guessing they don't have those lying around in the glade considering its all boys here. I brush my hair and pull it back into another ponytail, making sure every strand is pulled away from my face so it wont get in my eyes while we run. I open the door and smile at Minho.

"I'm ready" I say, my ponytail swinging slightly. He smiles back and nods towards the doors of the homestead. The doors are still closed, and it feels strange being awake early enough to see that. Minho starts to jog across the glade to a small hut, and I follow him. When we get inside, he closes the door, and takes out a crate of shoes, backpacks and clothes. He starts rummaging through it.

"What's your shoe size," he asks without even looking up at me. I blink back at him. I don't know what my shoe size is. I take off my left boot and look at the number printed on the heel. 7. I tell minho and he takes out a pair of running shoes, that look too big for my feet. I put them on and my feet pop right out of the heel. Minho frowns, and then slaps his palm onto his forehead.

"Oh, right. Duh, youre a girl. That's different then a boys shoe size." He turns back towards the bin, searching for something else.

"What about....no that's a size nine....six....ten....oh, here we go." He says and turns around. "Try these." He hands me a size 5 pair of boys shoes and I slip them onto my feet. They fit perfectly. He leads me over towards a wall covered in assorted backpacks with weapons hanging next to them. He pulls the smallest backpack off the wall and hands it to me.

"Try this." I nod and pull it on over my shoulders. It hangs loosely off my shoulders, and it fits weird around my chest.

"This one doesn't work," I frown and take it off. Minho nods and walks over to another backpack.

"Okay, try this." He hands me a thinner backpack that latches around the midsection, not the chest. I try it on and it fits well, except that its still too wide around the shoulder part. Minho walks over and tightens the straps, making sure it fits perfectly. I nod, and jump in place a bit, making sure it doesn't move around too much. The backpack stays in place just how it should.

"Perfect, Minho." I smile. He smiles back. Minho leads me over to the wall of knives and daggers that the runners bring into the maze. He grabs a medium sized one and clips it into the front of my backpack. Then he walks around me, inspecting everything and making sure it all fits right. It must because soon he walks in front of me and puts his hands on his waist.

"Ready to run, greenie?" Then he pauses. "Oh no, wait. I told Alby I would make you race me across the glade first." He ran a hand through his hair. "Come on, we've gotta do that first." He led me out of the building and closed the door behind us. He looked around, looking for someone. He locks eyes with Zart and calls him over.