A boy stepped on you.

You could recognize him as the Greenie, Thomas. He gave an apologetic expression while Newt, whom you were more familiar with, gave a dirty look to Thomas.

Yesterday had been the Bonfire night. Gladers drinking, chatting, fighting Gally; fighting Gally was your favorite part. It wasn't much about the Greenies to you— just about the fun.

You felt the boy sneak out with Newt, continuing on. You could easily track them down: Newt's limp wasn't exactly "stealthy."