I pace around the Burg, desperately trying to find Tom. I saw him before, so I know he's got to be somewhere on here. Unless he ditched us, which I doubt he'd do.
I squeeze my way through the crowd, hearing fragments of conversations.
"Do you have any idea-"
"Are they actually going to-"
"Who are these people and why-"
All though several different people are having several different conversations, they're all based upon the same thing. I hear so many different voices and strain my ears to hear Tom.
Instead of Tom, though, I find the girls from group B. I immediately rush up to them and join their group.
"God Teresa, where the bloody hell have you been?" Sonya asks. She'd always been the motherly figure of the group.
Even back in the Glade, she had been the one looking out for the Runners and what not. Kinda like Newt. Actually... a lot like Newt.
"Since when do you care? I thought you guys hated me." I say, crossing my arms. Sonya rolls her eyes.
"Just because someone doesn't trust you doesn't mean they hate you." She says. "Who're you looking for?"
I stop scanning the crowd and focus my attention on her. "Oh... uh... no one."
"Yeah. No one my ass. You're looking for Thomas, aren't you?" She says, crossing her arms. I shrug.
"I mean... yeah? I guess? I'm mainly just trying to find anyone I know. And I found you, so..."
Sonya smirks. "That's right. We're so much better than all your Glader boys." She turns around to address the rest of Group B.
"Do we have everyone here?" She asks. The girls look around at each other and several of them shake their head. "Oh well. If Teresa here had enough time to find us, so did they. Now...
does anyone have any bloody idea what's going on?"
The girls look around at each other, searching for someone who might have a clue. Suddenly, a small voice in the back speaks up above the huge crowd.
"I don't exactly know... but she might have a clue." A short girl, about my age, makes her way to the front, dragging Brenda by the wrist.
She has short, curly blond hair and piercing blue eyes. I remember her... this was the girl who, back in the Scorch, led the girls through those networks of tunnels.
The one with "The Genius" tattooed on her neck.
I smile to myself. If she knows what's going on, then we're in good hands.
Amelia grabs my wrist and drags me through the crowd of girls. I struggle against her at first. But eventually I realize it's no use. For such a small person, she's got a surprisingly good grip.
I see Sonya, standing up front with Teresa and Harriet. I still can't believe how different she's become. I remember her back at WICKED headquarters. I remember everyone.
It's so strange knowing that they've met me before. Some, like Thomas, were even my friends. But they don't know that.
Teresa immediately looks me in the eye and stared me down. I look away. I don't need her mad at me, although I know she already is. It's not my fault Thomas is so willing to fall in love.
Besides, if she's as much of a bitch as made her sound, she probably deserved it.
Amelia finally gets up to the front, still hanging on to me, and faces the crowd.
"Alright everyone, listen up!" she screams. But her small, squeaky voice is barely heard among the crowd. She turns to Harriet and nudges her arm.
Harriet smiles and rolls her eyes, then shouts, "Listen up, sticks! Amelia here might have a clue as to what's going on! So shut your asses up and listen to her!"
I look over to Sonya and see her drop her head into her hands. I imagine that this wasn't the first time she had to deal with Harriet being... well, Harriet.
But it doesn't matter what Sonya thinks, it got everyone else quiet. The girls all turn their attention to Amelia. She clears her throat and starts.
"Thank you, Harriet. Alright, everyone! For those of you who haven't already met her, this is Brenda. Thomas, for some reason, trusts her completely.
She knows the plan I guess, so listen to her." Everyone turns to look at me.