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Chapter 8

           Shelookedlikeshecouldbefifteenorsixteenyearsold,andherhairwastarblack.Butthethingthathadreallystoodouttohimwasherskin:pale,whiteaspearls.

           NewtandAlbyscrambledoutoftheBoxafterher,thenforcedtheirwaythroughtothegirl’slifelessbody,thecrowdre-formingbehindtocutthemofffromThomas’sview.Onlyafewsecondslater,thegrouppartedagain,andNewtwaspointingstraightatThomas.

           "Greenie,getoverhere,"hesaid,notbotheringtobepoliteaboutit.

           Thomas’sheartjumpedintohisthroat;hishandsstartedtosweat.Whatdidtheywanthimfor?Thingsjustkeptgettingworseandworse.Heforcedhimselftowalkforward,tryingtoseeminnocentwithoutactinglikesomeonewhowasguiltywhowastryingtoactinnocent.Oh,calmit,hetoldhimself.Youhaven’tdoneanythingwrong.Buthehadastrangefeelingthatmaybehehadwithoutrealizingit.

           TheboysliningthepathtoNewtandthegirlglaredathimashewalkedpast,asifhewereresponsiblefortheentiremessoftheMazeandtheGladeandtheGrievers.Thomasrefusedtomakeeyecontactwithanyofthem,afraidoflookingguilty.

           HeapproachedNewtandAlby,whobothkneltbesidethegirl.Thomas,notwantingtomeettheirstares,concentratedonthegirl;despiteherpaleness,shewasreallypretty.Morethanpretty.Beautiful.Silkyhair,flawlessskin,perfectlips,longlegs.Itmadehimsicktothinkthatwayaboutadeadgirl,buthecouldn’tlookaway.Won’tbethatwayforlong,hethoughtwithaqueasytwistinhisstomach.

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