Newt and I started shovelling at the Fields to put the seeds away and grow more vegetables and fruits. I had no idea what I was doing or if I was doing it right, but he didn't seem to complain so I just continued.

I remembered how I woke up and I felt the urge to tell Newt that I had remembered my name. I wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring it up, but I felt like letting it all out. Already felt tired of being called the greenie, green bean, newbie and who knows how many other names I had I didn't know about.

"Oh Newt!" I called out to the Keeper who was working just a few inches away from me. I tapped his shoulder and he put his shovel down. I reached for his hand and shook it. "I'm Y/N." I said happily.

"You remembered your name?" He asked with a big smile spreading across his face. "Nice."

"Yeah, this morning I woke up to a headache and it just clicked in." I explained.

"You are lucky. For some of us it took two or three days even to remember." He smiled and continued shovelling.

"Maybe even my mind got tired of being called weird names and it forced itself to remember." I shrugged my shoulders. As we were finishing our jobs and planted all the seeds in the ground, I saw the runners arriving from behind the walls. I followed their moves as they ran through the Glade and disappeared behind the Map Room's doors. I sighed as I imagined myself being one of them.

We started walking towards the kitchen to grab something for dinner. I saw all the people already eating. The Builders, the Runners, the Slicers, the Mad-jacks, the Track-hoes and everyone had already took their places. We walked up to Frypan to get us some food, but he just glared at me. I felt a smile trying to find its way on my face, but I forced it down. I knew he was pissed off at me.

"What are you doing here? Are you trying to ruin my sacred place again?" He raised his voice and I shook my head, but accidentally started laughing. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'm sorry." I said trying to act shyly, while Newt nudged my shoulder.

"She definitely isn't." He replied and took two plates. One for me and for himself. He lead us to the table we sat at yesterday. Alby, Minho and 2 other guys who I didn't know were already sitting at the table.

"What was that about?" Alby asked. "I thought you would be in the kitchen today." He stated.

"She was supposed to be." Newt replied instead of me. "But she actually exhausted three jobs today already." He explained.

"I will never ever be allowed to step foot behind the kitchen counter, that's for sure." I didn't mind though. I just laughed it off.

"I thought you were a girl. They were supposed to be good in the kitchen." Minho joined the conversation with a smug grin on his face, but I just ignored him and concentrated on Newt.

"And the best part was when we went to the Slicers after Frypan kicked her out of the kitchen. We didn't even get to the Blood House, she almost threw up when she saw Winston cutting one of them pigs down.

"Ugh..." I replied. "It still turns my stomach though." I said pulling a face.

"As a Track-hoe you were actually quite good though." He said.

"I mean, who can not shovel the ground? That's like basic knowledge." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Who can't peel a shucking potato?" He came back at me.

"Hey, that was completely unnecessary." I pushed on his shoulder jokingly.

"So you had a very eventful day then, greenie?" Alby asked between two bites.

"We could say that and my name is Y/N." I replied with a happy grin on my face.

"Y/N." He nodded. "Okay." He nodded again. "Tomorrow is bonfire night, so let's celebrate that you remembered your name." He said and walked away. I leaned towards Newt and whispered to him.

"What night?" He just chuckled at me.

"Bonfire night." He started, "We have it once a month. It's kind of like a celebration, a welcoming party for the newbies." I hummed in agreement.

We took our plates back to Frypan and walked out to the fresh air. I went to my room to get my pyjamas and take a shower. As I finished I went through my bag and found some other things such as hairbands, monthly supply for that week of the month, the sacred period, a hairbrush and a toothbrush. I could have wished for a mirror and such beauty stuff, but even finding some razors and blades made me feel better, cleaner. I was happy I got at least some of the items needed.

I wanted to talk to Newt a bit more so I went to his room, but I heard him talking so I decided to wait in front of his door.

"There is something I wanted to talk to you about." He said to someone, but I only heard a humming sound and was unable to recognise him by the voice. "I talked to Y/N last night and even though she didn't remember just like us, she did remember one thing." He explained.

"What's that?" I heard Minho's curious voice.

"You." He said simply.

"What do you mean?" Minho asked and I could imagine his confused expression just like mine when I talked to Newt.

"She doesn't remember you as a person or your face for that matter. But she remembers your name." He continued. "I wanted to talk to you if maybe you had some kind of dreams or nightmares that would explain why she remembers you."

"I have no idea. It's not like I'm dreaming about girls every night." Newt chuckled at Minho's answer.

"You know that's not what I meant." I started getting pissed off. I trusted Newt not to tell Minho about it, but he still did.

"You are a very gossipy person, aren't you?" I asked opening the door in front of me. "I clearly asked you to keep it to yourself, didn't I?" I questioned him while walking in without an invitation. "Still you couldn't just keep a lock on your little mouth, could you?" I was very angry. Betraying my trust wasn't a good start in the Glade.

"I just wanted to help. No-one here remembers a thing and the fact that you do, might actually be helpful in finding out why we are here." He explained.

"My memories, my decisions." I hissed through my teeth. "I will decide when and what I want to remember and I do not need your help especially when I very clearly asked you not to open your mouth about it. Is it so hard to keep your mouth shut?" I felt I came across harsher than I planned to. "Well it very well seems like it is." I said and walked off without waiting for a reply.