The Girl Greenie » Newt // #Wattys2015

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"Rosalie? Wake up," Newt shook her shoulder.

"Ugh!" She groaned and put her face in pillow. Newt laughed, and pulled the pillow away.

"C'mon, Rosa," She complied and got out of the bed. The blonde boy tossed her a small pile of clothing, that looked smaller than what fit Newt.

"Come out when you're ready," and with that, he limped out of the room.

Rosalie stripped from her old, sweaty, clothing, and put on the fresh, new, ones. She ran her fingers through her hair, in an attempt to brush it. Alby had said they could request things, and she made a mental note to ask for a brush and hair-bands. She brushed her teeth, and washed her face, and walked out.

"Ready?" Newt asked. Rosalie nodded in reply, and they walked to a shack-like place, where she presumed she'd get breakfast.

"You handling every thing okay?" He put a hand on her shoulder.

"I guess," Rosalie sighed and continued walking.

"What job do you think you might wanna have?"

Rosalie's answer came instantly.

"A Runner."