He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?''Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.

You're Subject A-two,' Newt answered. Then he lowered his eyes'And?' Thomas pushed.Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. 'It doesn't call you anything. It just says . . . 'To be killed by Group B.

I can still kick your pony-lovin' butt with twice this much pain.'Thomas shrugged, 'I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

Taste good?” Brenda asked as she dug into her own food. “Please. I’d push my own mom down the stairs to eat this stuff,” Thomas said. “I’d kill your mother for something fresh out of a garden. A nice salad.” “Guess my mom doesn’t have much of a chance if she’s ever standing between us and a grocery store.” “Guess not.

Shuck it,” Minho responded. “I’m tougher than nails. I could still kick your pony-lovin’ butt with twice this pain.” Thomas shrugged. “I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

Thomas had lived in fear and terror the past few weeks, but this was almost too much. To feel safe only to have that snatched away again.