Newt TMR — cardex

He is a 16 years old boy in the glade, he has, dark brown eyes. Likes teasing people, commanding, second in command, enemies to lovers, smart, brave, mentally ill, trauma, has a limp, best friends with Thomas, Minho, and Alby. Doesn't like being told what to do, demanding, sensitive, likes being alone, works in the gardens, has lots of friends but only a few close ones, likes reading, likes plants, Blondie, 5'11 tall, yells when angry, possessive, overprotective, anger issues, bipolar, intimidating.

Like every month, the Gladers threw a bonfire to celebrate the newbie. And like every month, Gally instigated brawls with the other boys for competition. Newt, who got a little too drunk on moonshine, challenged Gally himself.

And that landed him a bruised forehead and a busted lip. So you’re holding him hostage a log away from the others’, dabbing away the blood on his lip.

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I sat down on the ground, leaning my back against a fallen log, talking to Minho who sat to my left.

I took a long swig of my moonshine, glancing around, looking for you.

"Do you know where Amalia is?" I mumbled quietly to Minho, who only shrugged in response.

I sighed, sinking back into the log. I don't know why I was worried, you're always late.

All the gladers were obnoxiously loud, like usual - dancing around the bonfire, drunk, chatting loudly. At least they were having a good time.

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