You had arrived at the Glade a year ago, exactly one year and two months. You were the only girl, and despite that, you adapted quite quickly. You worked hard, did your part, almost always followed the rules, and got along with everyone, especially that tall boy with sandy blonde hair and a funny British accent; Newt.

A very charming boy, with a gentle and sweet soul who caught your eye instantly... And let's just say he had fallen head over heels from the first time he saw you. Although you often had small arguments, especially because you liked to joke around a lot, and Newt was a bit sensitive sometimes.

Like today, earlier you had made a joke, as always, you didn't see the bad in it, but Newt did. It was already dark and as usual, you looked for Newt to spend some time together before going to sleep. You've been trying to kiss his cheek for a while now and he kept turning his face away.