The next morning, I woke up sweating and heaving. I didn't remember my dream, but I had a horrible feeling inside of me. I threw my blankets away and held my head in between my hands. It was pulsing strongly. I squeezed my eyes and concentrated on the darkness to get rid of it quicker. Then as if nothing happened, it went away and just one word appeared in my mind. "Y/N" I whispered. I remembered my name and I felt at ease for finally remembering at least a tiny part of my life. I heard a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in!" I shouted. A short chunky boy opened the door and looked behind it shyly. "Can I help you?" I asked as he didn't seem to want to talk or rather felt scared.

"Hi... I'm Chuck. I was told to take you to your first job today." He said silently.

"Yeah? Good, I will get up in a second." I replied while he closed the door behind himself. I changed my cloths and joined the little guy called Chuck.

"Where are we going?" I asked trying to start a conversation, but he was just looking down on the ground. "You aren't much of a talker, are you?" I continued and he looked up at me.

"I just don't easily get along with people." He said and we kept walking in silence.

We stopped in front of the kitchen and Frypan greeted us.

"Morning slackers."

"Morning." I replied as Chuck left us to do his job. I looked around as we walked into the kitchen. Utensils were hanging off the walls and the counter was full of unrecognisable ingredients. I knew nothing about cooking. I just felt I would be a disaster, but I wasn't the kind who gives up easily, so I gave it my all. Or at least I thought I would.

"First, please peel the potatoes." He asked and gave me a knife, a wooden cutting board and a basket full of potatoes. I looked down at my hands and realised I had no idea what to do. I started cutting into the edge of the skin trying to cut it off, but the potato in my hand became smaller and smaller when only a small uneven ball like vegetable left of it. "What on earth is that?" He asked frowning.

"Peeled potato." I replied trying to hold my laugh in.

"That?" He asked. "That has nothing to do with that. You wasted a whole potato for nothing." He shook his head. "Okay let's try something else. Here are some tomatoes. Cut them up into six equal parts." He ordered and put a box of tomatoes next to me. I took my knife and started cutting them up. The liquid started splattering around, my cloths were stained, my hand and arms were full of tomato pieces and the already cut vegetable looked nothing like it did when I started.

"What on earth is that, you Shuck-face?" He shouted at me and I could barely hold my laughter anymore as the edge of my lip twitching proved that. He was very much annoyed, but then he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "Fine, we will try again." He looked around and gave me a bowl, full of white mass. "Do nothing, but stir it until I tell you to stop." I nodded and did as I was told. 

Everything went smoothly until I started getting enthusiastic and the whole bowl fell on the floor.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"Enough!" He shouted and walked out of the kitchen. "Can someone take this disaster of a person out of my sight?" He shouted outside. Not long after he returned with a very curious Newt in his footsteps.

"What's going on?" He asked but from the smirk on his face I knew he already suspected the answer.

"This girl is a complete mess. She can't peel a potato or cut up a tomato. She can't even stir for God's sake. I do not need her to ruin my perfectly well organised kitchen." He explained while huffing as he kept running out of breath.

"It's okay, I will take her." Newt said trying to hold his smile back. He took my arm and lead me out of the kitchen. We stopped in front of the entrance of it as Newt turned me towards himself. "I guess, you won't be a cook then." He laughed.

"I tried very hard though." I looked at him with all my cuteness to make him believe me, but he could see through me.

"Honestly, are you going to ruin all the work just so you can become a Runner?" He asked with a know it all expression.

"Hey! That's not what I did. I mean I really would like to try myself out as a Runner, but I didn't do it on purpose. I'm just simply not skilled to be in the kitchen." I explained while crossing my arms in front of my chest sulking.

"Fine, fine, I got you. But you are a girl though." He said and I looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't you start it too!" I hissed at him and he knew he had to stay quiet.

We started walking towards the Blood House, but halfway there I stopped and shook my head. Newt looked confused at my behaviour, but I just kept shaking my head.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I'm not going there." I replied as I saw a pig trying to run away but the guy who was responsible for him ran after him, caught him off guard and cut his throat without even blinking. I started heaving and I held my hand in front of my mouth as I almost threw up. I ran to the closest tree and tried to organise my breathing and keep my stomach's content inside.

"I guess that's a no then." He said. "Come with me." He waved towards himself and we started walking towards the Field. "Hopefully you will be better at this." He said with a smug grin still sitting on his face.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked returning the smile.

"I mean, I kind of do." He said scratching the back of his neck. "It's funny seeing you not being able to do anything. Minho might just be right in the end." He stick his tongue out at me.

"You did not just say that!" I gasped in surprise. "That was harsh, don't you think?" I asked.

"Harsh, but honest." He stated calmly and put a shovel into my hand.