you were a track-hoe, like newt was now. you were also very friendly and caring. you were like the mother the gladers never had - correction, didn't remember. when the boys in the gardens got hurt, you were the one to take care of them - it wasn't like they got hurt in the garden often, but when they did, you were there to help. you were the one who constantly visited newt after the 'incident' in the maze. you always brought him food, water, whatever else he needed. you had no clue what happened, but if he didn't want to talk about it, you wouldn't bring it up. but since then, you and newt were basically inseparable.

you were working in the garden, newt right next to you, harvesting vegetables for frypan's cooking. but then you heard a loud sound - the box. the box was supposed to arrive earlier, but who cares?

standing infront of the box, you looked down, only to see that the greenie looked scared - just like you did when you first got here, in a glade full of boys. fourty boys, and only one girl - you. newt was the one to help you out of the box at the time.

later that day, thomas was with newt, who was explaining how the glade worked, the rules and whatnot. newt, when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye, waved you over. he introduced you to the greenie - who you now knew to be thomas.

then came bonfire night. everyone - except you - was excited to have the afternoon off work, drink the 'alcohol' the glade had, watch gally fight the poor gladers, and just let loose.

you weren't a fan of getting drunk, then suffering a horrible hangover. mostly because you were the one who took care of them in the mornings. the moonshine tasted horrible, too. the moonshine was apparently gally's recipe.

you were just chilling in your hut, when thomas came by. thomas could barely walk. and much to your surprise, thomas hugged you right after you caught him. he was looking like a lost puppy one second, then giggling the other when you asked him what he was doing here.

"newt didn't say you were busy," he slurred.