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As
he
rotated
in
a
slow
circle
,
the
other
kids
snickered
and
stared
;
some
reached
out
and
poked
him
with
a
finger
.
There
had
to
be
at
least
fifty
of
them
,
their
clothes
smudged
and
sweaty
as
if
they
'd
been
hard
at
work
,
all
shapes
and
sizes
and
races
,
their
hair
of
varying
lengths
.
Thomas
suddenly
felt
dizzy
,
his
eyes
flickering
between
the
boys
and
the
bizarre
place
in
which
he
'd
found
himself
.
They
stood
in
a
vast
courtyard
several
times
the
size
of
a
football
field
,
surrounded
by
four
enormous
walls
made
of
gray
stone
and
covered
in
spots
with
thick
ivy
.
The
walls
had
to
be
hundreds
of
feet
high
and
formed
a
perfect
square
around
them
,
each
side
split
in
the
exact
middle
by
an
opening
as
tall
as
the
walls
themselves
that
,
from
what
Thomas
could
see
,
led
to
passages
and
long
corridors
beyond
.
"
Look
at
the
Greenbean
,
"
a
scratchy
voice
said
;
Thomas
could
n't
see
who
it
came
from
.
"
Gon
na
break
his
shuck
neck
checkin
'
out
the
new
digs
.
"
Several
boys
laughed
.
"
Shut
your
hole
,
Gally
,
"
a
deeper
voice
responded
.
Thomas
focused
back
in
on
the
dozens
of
strangers
around
him
.
He
knew
he
must
look
out
of
it
--
he
felt
like
he
'd
been
drugged
.
A
tall
kid
with
blond
hair
and
a
square
jaw
sniffed
at
him
,
his
face
devoid
of
expression
.
A
short
,
pudgy
boy
fidgeted
back
and
forth
on
his
feet
,
looking
up
at
Thomas
with
wide
eyes
.
A
thick
,
heavily
muscled
Asian
kid
folded
his
arms
as
he
studied
Thomas
,
his
tight
shirtsleeves
rolled
up
to
show
off
his
biceps
.
A
dark-skinned
boy
frowned
--
the
same
one
who
'd
welcomed
him
.
Countless
others
stared
.
"
Where
am
I
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
surprised
at
hearing
his
voice
for
the
first
time
in
his
salvageable
memory
.
It
did
n't
sound
quite
right
--
higher
than
he
would
've
imagined
.
"
Nowhere
good
.
"
This
came
from
the
dark-skinned
boy
.
"
Just
slim
yourself
nice
and
calm
.
"
"
Which
Keeper
he
gon
na
get
?
"
someone
shouted
from
the
back
of
the
crowd
.
"
I
told
ya
,
shuck-face
,
"
a
shrill
voice
responded
.
"
He
's
a
klunk
,
so
he
'll
be
a
Slopper
--
no
doubt
about
it
.
"
The
kid
giggled
like
he
'd
just
said
the
funniest
thing
in
history
.
