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IT WAS ONCE AGAIN TIME FOR THE GREENIE BONFIRE. Iris was happy for a break after the events of the day. She had had a weird amount of injuries to fix, and then, there was the whole Gally and Thomas thing. She had been thinking a lot about what Jem had said to her, trying not to let it get to her head. The way he said it was scary, though, like he had been aching to inform her of that.
She shook it off though, and she was now drowning her worries in whatever the hell Gally put in her cup. It tasted nasty, but it did the job. She noticed the new kid sitting alone on a log, and she decided to reintroduce herself because they only spoke for about a minute.
"Hey, what's up, Greenie?" she greeted with a smile as she sat down next to him and handed him a drink.
He looked over at her, and he seemed almost scared. Most of the people that he had come across that day just said 'Hey, Greenie' and then smacked him upside the head for no reason. He thought it was some kind of tradition until Alby told him that it wasn't. He raised his eyebrows at her because he had a question that had yet to be answered, and she seemed friendly enough to answer it. "Why does everyone keep calling me that?"
"It's what we call new people. We won't call you that forever," she assured him with a smile. She furrowed her eyebrows when she realized that she did not know his name. It was kind of rare to not remember within hours of being there. "Do you still not remember your name?"
