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Chapter 3

           Wouldthingseverstopgettingworse?

           "Grievergotyawettin’yourself?"theboysaidthroughasneer."Alittlescarednow?Don’twannagetstung,doya?"

           Therewasthatwordagain.Stung.Thomastriednottothinkaboutitandpointedupthestairs,fromwherethemoansofthesickkidechoedthroughthebuilding."IfNewtwentupthere,thenIwannatalktohim."

           Theboysaidnothing,staredatThomasforseveralseconds.Thenheshookhishead."Youknowwhat?You’reright,TommyIshouldn’tbesomeantoNewbies.GoonupstairsandI’msureAlbyandNewt’llfillyouin.Seriously,goon.I’msorry."

           HelightlyslappedThomas’sshoulder,thensteppedback,gesturingupthestairs.ButThomasknewthekidwasuptosomething.Losingpartsofyourmemorydidn’tmakeyouanidiot.

           "What’syourname?"Thomasasked,stallingfortimewhilehetriedtodecideifheshouldgoupafterall.

           "Gally.Anddon’tletanyonefoolyou.I’mtherealleaderhere,notthetwogeezershanksupstairs.Me.YoucancallmeCaptainGallyifyouwant."Hesmiledforthefirsttime;histeethmatchedhisdisgustingnose.Twoorthreeweremissing,andnotasingleoneapproachedanythingclosetothecolorwhite.HisbreathescapedjustenoughforThomastogetawhiff,remindinghimofsomehorriblememorythatwasjustoutofreach.Itmadehisstomachturn.

           "Okay,"hesaid,sosickoftheguyhewantedtoscream,punchhimintheface."CaptainGallyitis."

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