"Are you bloody crazy?" Newt gasped, "that's buggin ridiculous, we aren't goin' to shucking banish you,"

I looked away, my eyes staring at the cracks in the floor. "No idea goes unaccepted," I whispered, the previous courage in my voice gone, like a breath. Murmurs fluttered the room like whispers in the wind. There was shaking heads and wide eyes. Andy was looking at me perceptively, and I took into consideration that he'd been strangely silent. I knew he had problems with me, but when it had come to Thomas, he was on his side, but more leaning towards winstons and gallys recommendation.

The murmurs transformed into a full out argument. Shouts were being thrown, and hopefully not punches. My vision began to fog, and I let the numbness overtake shortly.

"So Adam, how is Demmy doing?" I asked, looking up. Adam and I were about 10 years old, and I tried once more to watch my surroundings. The same room, and as plain as before. "You know, being like an older sister. And gally?" He asked, still always taller than me. "You know, being an older brother," I sighed, "what about borah? The little one. Your little sisters new to the whole WICKEDLY thing," I said, rolling my eyes on the last part.

He dramatically sighed, "she's holding up," an awkward pause continued, in remembrance of when we were younger, going through the same thing. "You have a little brother too," Adam chuckled, snapping me out of my daydream. "Yeah, and he helps borah a lot," I said, thinking of a little brother, but my older sled memory backs were as dry as a desert.

"Look there he is now. Hey -"

"Joanie!"

My vision blurred, then focused to a dull brown. The floor was digging into my face, each pinprick a steady increasing wake up call. Newts face was soon in my sight as I rose. "You okay? You passed out for bloody five minutes," he explained, a slight tremor in his voice.

Recovering quickly, my feet met the floor. My heavy steps echoed in loneliness as I retreated to my chair. "What did you guys get done?" I asked, trying to brush off the shaky feeling. The dream said I had a little brother, and right when I would hear his name, I woke up. I felt like I had something important resting on my shoulder, I couldn't take it off, but I couldn't let it drop.

Scanning my eyes across the room, I studied the keepers to see if any of them had similar physical traits to me. None of them matched, except for gally who was worryingly missing. "You're not being bloody banished if that's what you're wondering," he sighed, taking a seat. The rest of the keepers did the same, and their chests heaved with loss of breath. A lot of yelling must've happened while I was remembering.

"Why?" I questioned, trying to do my best. "It was unanimous, everyone voted against it," he explained, and I could tell the impatience in his voice. The anger was there too, and I'm sure a demanding explanation was in my near future. "It wasn't unanimous, I voted against it," arguing back, I leaned forward.

"Yes joannah, but you're the bloody minority! Now shut up, the council is buggin deciding!" He screamed, his voice a strident boom. I sat in stunned stupor, my silence I sign for him to continue. "Okay. Joanie here, says she created the grievers. Multiple Gladers came up to me, saying there were people who wanted to hurt her, so we should protect her; and I'm guessing the people who want to hurt her came, and said to punish her,"

The gladers waited anxiously as he paused, gathering words in his head. "She is here on accounts for maybe creating Grievers, and running out of the glade. I say Klunk to recommendations, let's just decide. I say, same punishment as tommy. Even if she did create the Grievers, she was forced, number one, and two, that's not her. That joannah is gone, and we have a brand new bloody person here. Her personality is going to be greatly depended on us. She should get the buggin same punishment, because she did equal crime. So whatdya bloody say?"

Along the line Newt went, and Andy said for two days, but it was voted down. Everyone said yes, but Minho wanted to say more. "I know you shucking know she's a keeper. I get that. She'll still be a keeper, but now, we don't got no shuck greenies coming up. She might not have something to do. We need to shucking work now, or never. It's most important now. Listen, guys come on. You need to take me seriously. Only four people on this council had ever been in the maze. Tommy did she do well?"

Thomas flinched, and came to his senses. "Um, yeah, yeah she did," he said, stuttering slightly from the effects of the previous gathering. Minho continued, "I say we make her a half time runner,"

Newt shot up in his seat, eyes wide in a terrible fear. "Never. I'm never bloody sending her out there again," his words were a harsh whisper, and even though it's volume was low, it's intensity was high.

"No offense buddy, but if the council voted yes, ain't no shuckin thing you can do about it," frypan muttered, and I could see in his tone that he necessarily didn't want to send me out there, but understood how important it was.

"And what do you guys buggin say then?" Newt asked. "I think it's unanimous buddy," Minho said, stretching. Turning to me, he weakly smiled. "Come on shank, you and tommy are gonna be runners,"

Newt sat down, rigid. "It's decided. Go and get working ya shanks," he muttered with a defeated sigh. "Well, that was good times,"

"Minho walked over and playfully punched Thomas in the arm, and pushed me. "It's all these shank's fault."

Thomas punched him back, but I just weakly smiled. "Keeper? You want me to be Keeper? You're nuttier than Gally by a long shot." Thomas laughed, and I cheered up slightly.

Minho faked an evil grin. "Worked, didn't it? Aim high, hit low. Thank me later."

A rattling knock caught my attention. Behind me, I turned to a pale face chuck, and however weak my smile was, it was now completely faded. Newt trotted over, "what's wrong?"

"Chuck was wringing his hands. "Med-jacks sent me."

"Why?"Newts voice sank, and I thought of Alby's figure in bed.

"I guess Alby's thrashing around and acting all crazy, telling them he needs to talk to somebody."

Newt made for the door, but Chuck held up his hand. "Um ... he doesn't want you."

"What do you mean?"

Chuck pointed at Thomas and I. "He keeps asking for them,"

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