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         <title>Gally </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>-Hateful<br></strong>“Look at the Greenbean,” a scratchy voice said; Thomas couldn’t see who it came from. “Gonna break<br>his shuck neck checkin’ out the new digs.” <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 2, pg 7)</mark></em><br><br>“The Changing!” Gally shouted frombelow. “Look forward to it, shuck-face!” <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 3, pg 14)</mark></em><br><strong>-Grouchy<br></strong>“I’m not a dong, Greenie,” Gally spat. “I saw Chuck’s fat face in the window.” He pointed again, this<br>time right at Thomas’s chest. “But you better decide right quick who you want as your friends and<br>enemies, hear me?"<mark>( </mark><em><mark>Chapter 5, pg 21)</mark></em><strong><br>-Obnoxious <br></strong>“Gally. And don’t let anyone fool you. I’m the real leader here, not the two geezer shanks upstairs. Me.</div><div>You can call me Captain Gally if you want.” <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 3, pg 13)<br></mark></em><strong>-Spiteful<br></strong>Gally stood up again, fuming. “Say one more thing like that and I’ll break your neck, right here in front of everybody.” Spit flew fromhis mouth as he spoke. <em><mark>(Chapter 25, pg 92)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“Whatever you came here for—I swear on my life I’m gonna stop it. Kill you if I<br>have to.” <em>(</em><em><mark>Chapter 25, pg 93)</mark></em><strong><br>-Pathetic<br></strong>“He’s not the Greenie anymore,” Gally said, his scratchy voice so low and cruel it was almost comical. “He’s just a rule breaker now.” <em><mark>(Chapter 24, pg 87)</mark></em><em><br></em><br>—he seemed silly, even pathetic now. <em><mark>(Chapter 24, pg 87)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Insane<br>"</strong>He looked about the room like a rabid dog searching for someone to bite. "<em><mark>(Chapter 39, pg 144)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“They’ll kill you!” Gally screamed, spittle flying everywhere. “The Grievers will kill you all—one every night till it’s over!” <em><mark>(Chapter 30, pg 144)</mark></em></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Alby</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>-Leadership<br></strong>“I said shut your holes!” the dark boy yelled. “Keep yapping and next break’ll be cut in half!”That must be their leader, Thomas realized. <em> </em><em><mark>Chapter 2, pg 7</mark></em><em><br></em><strong><em>-</em></strong><strong>Bossy<br></strong>“No interruptions, boy!” Alby shouted ” <strong><br></strong><em><mark>Chapter 2, pg 9</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Alby let go of Thomas’s shirt and stepped back, his chest heaving with breaths. “Ain’t got time to be<br>nice, Greenbean. Old life’s over, new life’s begun. Learn the rules quick, listen, don’t talk. You get me?”  <em><mark>Chapter 2, pg 9</mark></em><strong><br>-Serious<br></strong>“Shut your hole, Gally,” a deeper voice responded. <em> Chapter 2, pg 7<br></em>“Get your runtcheeks down those stairs, right now,” <mark>Alby ordered</mark><em><mark>. Chapter 3, pg 14<br></mark></em><strong>-Doubtful <br></strong>Alby looked like someone had just told him he could grow wings and fly. “Ain’t a good time for jokes,” he said. <em><mark>(Chapter 15, pg 50)</mark></em><strong><br><br></strong>“You found a <em>dead</em> Griever,” Alby repeated. <em><mark>(Chapter 15, pg 50)<br></mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Cowardly <br></strong>“No way,” Alby said. “We have the Homestead to hide in—" <em><mark>(Chapter 38, pg 140)<br></mark></em><em><br></em>“What?” Alby asked, his voice finally showing some emotion. “What do you mean, days?” <em>(</em><em><mark>Chapter 38, pg 140)\<br></mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Unmotivated</strong><em><br></em>Alby scooted back on the bed and propped his feet up. “Whatever. Do what you want.”<em><mark> (Chapter 38, pg 141)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Brave<br></strong>He freaking sacrificed himself for us—<br>and they aren’t attacking, so maybe it worked. We’d be heartless if we wasted it.” <em>(</em><em><mark>Chapter 55, pg 188)</mark></em><strong><br>-Pathetic<br></strong>Thomas couldn’t have been more<br>surprised. The fearless leader of the Gladers was crying.<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 51, pg 175)</mark></em><strong><br><br>-Angry<br></strong>Alby said nothing, his face still quivering with rage. His eyes watered and veins popped out on his<br>neck. <em><mark>(Chapter 51, pg 175)</mark></em></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Thomas</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>-<strong>Clever<br></strong>His mind functioned without flaw, trying to calculate<br>his surroundings and predicament. Knowledge flooded his thoughts, facts and images, memories and<br>details of the world and how it works. <em><mark>Chapter 1, pg 5</mark></em><br>No. He was smarter than that. Trusting his<br>instincts, he knew he’d been moving for roughly half an hour. <em><mark>Chapter 1, pg 5</mark></em><br><br><strong>-Scared<br></strong>“Seriously,” he said, giving up on the show of courage. “Where am I?” <mark>Chapter 2, pg 8</mark><br>“Someone ... help ... me!” he screamed; each word ripped his throat raw. <em><mark>Chapter 1, pg 5</mark></em><em><br></em>He heard noises above—voices—and fear squeezed his chest.<em> </em><em><mark>Chapter 1 pg 6</mark></em><br><br><strong>-Sarcastic<br></strong>“I’d call them big openings,” Thomas said, trying to counter his discomfort with sarcasm and<br>disappointed that it wasn’t working."<br><em><mark>Chapter 4, pg 17</mark></em><em><br></em><strong><br>-Daring<br></strong>As if the taunting gave Thomas a sudden burst of courage, he walked over to the lit door, ignoring the<br>creaking floorboards and laughter downstairs—ignoring the onslaught of words he didn’t understand. <em><mark>Chapter 3, pg 14</mark></em><strong><em><br><br></em></strong><strong>-Curious<br></strong>Strangely enough, he felt his fear whisked away like a swarm of gnats caught in the wind, replaced by<br>an intense curiosity. He wanted to know where he was and what was happening.<em> </em><em><mark>Chapter 1, pg 5<br><br></mark></em>“Then tell me,” Thomas called out, struggling to keep his voice even. “Tell me the long story.”<em> </em><em><mark>Chapter 2, pg 8</mark></em><em><br></em><br>Though Thomas was surprised, any alarm melted away immediately. He couldn’t help being curious,<br>wondering what this boy wanted with him<em>. </em><em><mark>Chapter 6, pg 23</mark></em><strong><br>-Brave<br></strong>"I want to be a runner"<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 5, pg 22)</mark></em><em><br></em>"I want to be one of those guys that goes out there"<em> </em><em><mark>(Chapter 5, pg 22)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Guilty</strong><em><br></em>Every word from the kid was like a fist punching Thomas in the gut, making him feel more guilty and<br>confused. <em>(Chapter 14, pg 54)<br><br></em>Thomas quickly stepped behind a taller boy to avoid his own confrontation with Ben. I can’t look into those eyes again, he thought. <em><mark>(Chapter 14, pg 54/55)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>He felt<br>immediately guilty for lying—even if it was just a little lie. <em><mark>(Chapter 12, pg 48)</mark></em><strong><br>-Restless<br></strong>“But why?” Thomas persisted, in disbelief at Newt’s stubbornness. “Won’t the Grievers get them if<br>they stay out there? Shouldn’t we do something?”<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 16, pg 63)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“Why don’t we send out a search party?” he suggested again. It seemed so stupid to sit here and worry<br>themselves to death when they could go out there and find them. <em><mark>(Chapter 16, pg 63)</mark></em><em><br>-</em><strong>Persistent<br></strong>He began to think how easy it<br>would be without ...<br>He refused to finish the thought. He couldn’t leave Alby behind.<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 18, pg 70)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>He grabbed one of the vines and wrapped it around Alby’s right arm. The plant would only reach so<br>far, so he had to prop Alby up as much as he could to make it work. <em>(</em><em><mark>Chapter 18, pg 70)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong><em>-</em></strong><strong>Hardworking<br></strong>Thomas pushed aside the swelling panic and set himself to work. <em><mark>(Chapter 18 pg 70)</mark></em><em><br><br>The effort was exhausting; Thomas </em>heaved in every breath,<br>felt sweat cover every inch of his skin. His hands began to slip and slide on the vines. <em><mark>(Chapter 18, pg 71)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>He got back to work. <em><mark>(Chapter 18, pg 71)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Ambitious<br></strong>Thomas stood up to pace around the little room, fuming with an intense desire to keep his promise. “I<br>swear, Chuck,” he whispered to no one. “I swear I’ll get you back home.” <em><mark>(Chapter 30, pg 111)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Doubtful<br></strong>The sun obviously had not disappeared—that wasn’t possible . <em><mark>(Chapter 34, pg 124)</mark></em><br><br>He couldn’t help chiding himself—it’d been a stupid idea. <em><mark>(chapter 35, pg 128)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Worried</strong><br>Hearing her say that only made himworry more. “Holy crap, I’mscared.” <em><mark>(Chapter 52, pg 180) </mark></em><br><strong>-Courageous<br></strong>Thomas felt it himself. It’d been easy to talk about—the nothing-to-lose fight, the hope that just one of<br>them would be taken, the chance to finally escape. <em><mark>( Chapter 55, pg 187) </mark></em><strong><br>-Stubborn<br></strong>Thomas spoke again once things settled. “I’m going through the Hole or I’ll die trying to get there. Looks like Minho will, too." <em><mark>(Chapter 51, pg 176)</mark></em><strong><br>-Caring<br></strong>He wanted to go last to make sure a Griever didn’t get her or Chuck. <em><mark>(Chapter 56, 192)</mark></em></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Chuck</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>-Friendly<br></strong>“Nice to meet you, Thomas,” Chuck said. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you. I’ve been here a<br>whole month, and I know the place inside and out. You can count on Chuck, okay?” <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 3, pg 12)</mark></em><br><br>Chuck shrugged. “Nothin’ I say’ll do you any good,” he said. “I’m basically still a Newbie, too. But I<br>can be your friend—”<em> </em><em><mark>(Chapter 3, pg 12)</mark></em><br><strong>-Annoying<br></strong>Chuck interrupted his thoughts. “Well, Greenie, you survived First Day.”<br>“Barely.” Not now, Chuck, he wanted to say. I’m not in the mood. <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 5, pg 21)</mark></em><mark><br></mark><br>Stephen, Thomas thought, feeling an unexpected but detached sorrow. What’s your story? Chuck<br>annoy you to death? <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 10, pg 41)</mark></em><strong><br>-Immature<br></strong>“Cuz you’re the newest Newbie.” Chuck pointed at Thomas and laughed. <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 3, pg 11)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Chuck suppressed a laugh by putting his hand over his mouth. Ignoring Thomas, he reached up and<br>tapped the window again.<em> </em><em><mark>(Chapter 3, pg 20)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Eager<br></strong>Chuck didn’t answer; he only smiled. Smiled, despite it all, despite the sinister sound of what he’d just<br>announced. Then he turned and ran, maybe to tell someone else the exciting news.<em> </em><em><mark>(Chapter 13, pg 52)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Not surprisingly, Chuck was right behind him. <em><mark>(Chapter 16, pg 63)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Hopeful<br></strong>“Hope you’re right,” Chuck said with a shaky voice. <em><mark>(Chapter 30, pg 111)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Scared<br></strong>Chuck found him, and the look of fear on the boy’s face pinched Thomas’s heart. <em><mark>(Chapter 34, pg 124)</mark></em><br><br> Chuck said, a pitiful tremor in his voice, his eyes glued to the sky. <em><mark>(Chapter 34, pg 124)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Concerning <br></strong>“Be careful,” Chuck said, his tone quickly melting into genuine concern. “I wish I could help you guys.” <em><mark>( Chapter 43, pg 156)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Determined<br></strong>“You know, I’m really not all that scared. I mean, last few<br>nights, sitting in the Homestead, just waiting for a Griever to come in and steal one of us was the worst<br>thing I’ve ever don<em>e</em><strong><em>. </em></strong><em><mark>(chapter 54, pg 184)</mark></em><strong><br>-Naive<br></strong>“Well, everyone’s speculating they can only kill one of us." <em><mark>(Chapter 54, pg 184)</mark></em><strong><br>-Innocent<br></strong>"felt the urge to<br>get Chuck home safely stronger than he’d ever felt it before." <em><mark>(Chapter 56, pg 190)</mark></em><br><strong><em><br></em></strong><br></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Newt </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>-Brave<br></strong>“Grievers, we call ’em,” Newt answered. “Nasty bugger, eh? Just be glad the Grievers only come out<br>at night. Be thankful for these walls.<strong>” </strong><strong><mark>(</mark></strong><em><mark>Chapter 6, pg 24)</mark></em><strong><br><br>-Kind<br></strong>Thomas reached out and shook the boy’s hand—he seemed a lot nicer than Alby. (<em><mark>Chapter 2, pg 9)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“Shh, Greenie. Don’t wanna be wakin’ Chuckie, now, do we?”<em> </em><em><mark>(Chapter 6, pg 23)</mark></em><strong><br><br>-faithful<br></strong>Newt looked at the window absently. “Now you know what bloody lurks in the Maze, my friend. Now<br>you know this isn’t joke time. You’ve been sent to the Glade, Greenie, and we’ll be expectin’ ya to<br>survive and help us do what we’ve been sent here to do.” <mark>(</mark><em><mark>Chapter 6, pg 24.)</mark></em><mark><br>“</mark>Find our way out, Greenie,” Newt said. “Solve the buggin’ Maze and find our way home.”<mark>( </mark><em><mark>Chapter 6, pg 25)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Caring<br></strong>“Shut your hole, Greenie!” he yelled. “Not a bloody week you’ve been here! You think I wouldn’t risk<br>my life in a second to save those lugs?”<em> </em><em><mark>(Chapter 16, pg 63)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>They found Newt at the West Door, pacing, running his hands through his hair. He looked up as Thomas<br>and Chuck approached.<br>“Where are they?” Newt said, his voice thin and strained.<em> </em><em><mark>( Chapter 16, pg 63)</mark></em><br><strong><br>-Obedient <br></strong>“Order,” Newt continued. “Order.----" <em><mark>(Chapter 15, pg 59)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Newt nodded, already on the move toward a small tool shed used for the Gardens; he’d clearly been<br>waiting for the order. <em><mark>(Chapter 13, pg 52)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Determined</strong><em><br></em>The point is there’s something different about you, and it’s time we figured it out.” <em><mark>(Chapter 28, pg 102)</mark></em><strong><br><br></strong>“we’ll send ya to the Grievers—get ya<br>stung so you can go through the Changing. We need your memories.” <em><mark>(Chapter 28, pg 103)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“I will if I have to,” Newt said, surprising Thomas; <em><mark>(Chapter 38, pg 141)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Understanding<br></strong>“Just bloody keep cutting,” Newt ordered. “I think I know where he’s going with this.”<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 42, pg 153)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Loyal<br></strong>Newt didn’t respond, still staring at the spot where the Grievers seemed to be feeding on Alby beneath<br>them. <mark>(Chapter 55, pg 188)</mark><strong><br>-Frightened<br></strong>“No,” he replied, his voice just the tiniest bit shaky. “I don’t understand what they’re bloody waitin’<br>for.” <mark>(chapter 55, pg 187)</mark></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Minho</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>-Sarcastic</strong></div><div>“Yeah, you guess. If you got a thing for chicks in comas, right?” He snickered again. <em><mark>(Chapter 12, pg 48)</mark></em><em><br></em><br></div><div>Minho studied him for a second. “Okay, Greenie. You da boss.”<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 12, pg 48)</mark></em></div><div><strong>-Skillful</strong></div><div>The Runner balanced himself against the wall, gave both of them a<br>cold look. “I found a dead one.” <em><mark>(Chapter 12, pg 49)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“When I say best of the best, I mean at<em> </em>everything. To survive the buggin’ Maze, you gotta be smart,<br>quick, strong."<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 15, pg 58)</mark></em><strong><em><br>-</em></strong><strong>Annoyed<br></strong>“I can barely talk, shuck-face!” Minho yelled, his voice raw. “Get me some water!” <em><mark>(Chapter 12, pg 47)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Minho threw his hands up. “Dude. I told you. Patience. Wait for General Alby.” <em><mark>(Chapter 12, pg 48)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“Yes, Alby,” Minho said, his words laced with annoyance. “A couple of miles from here, out near the<br>Cliff.” <em><mark>(Chapter 13, pg 50)</mark></em><strong><br>-Impolite<br></strong>“Calm your wad, Alby,” the Runner replied, seeming to gain strength by the second. <em><mark>(Chapter 12 pg 47)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Minho laughed again, a half-grunt, half-giggle. “You been drinkin’ Frypan’s saucy-sauce?" <em><mark>(Chapter 13, pg 50)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Humorous</strong><em><br></em>“Dude, sit down. I’m just playin’ with your head. It’s too much fun—you’ll see when the next Newbie...”<em><mark>( Chapter 12, pg 48)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Clever<br></strong>“I just saw ... the dive move you did ... back there ... gave me an idea ... we only have to last ... a little while<br>longer.” <em><mark>(Chapter 21, pg 77)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Minho faked an evil grin. “Worked, didn’t it? Aim high, hit low. Thank me later.” Thomas couldn’t help smiling at the Keeper’s clever ways. <em><mark>(Chapter 26, pg 96)</mark></em><br><strong>-Brave<br></strong>The only thing left for them was courage. <em><mark>(Chapter 21, pg 78)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“Ready,” Minho said steadily. “Not yet ... not yet ...” <em>(</em><em><mark> Chapter 21, pg 78)</mark></em><br><strong>-Fierce</strong><br>“No, you worthless shuck, you don’t get it! I’ve been here two years, and I’ve never seen anything like it. For you to say anything ...”Minho paused, rubbing his eyes, groaning in frustration. <em><mark>(Chapter 25, pg 92)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“I swear, Gally,” Minho said with a sneer, “don’t ever threaten me again. Don’t ever speak to me again. Ever. If you do, I’ll break your shuck neck, right after I’mdone with your arms and legs.” <em><mark>(Chapter 25, pg 92)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Prepared<br></strong>“Don’t use most of it,” Minho said. “But ya never know. All we usually take with us is a couple of sharp knives.” <em><mark>(Chapter 32, 116)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“You guys really have this all thought out, don’t you?” <em><mark>(Chapter 32, 115)</mark></em><em><br></em><br></div><div><strong>-Mocking<br></strong>“After you,” Minho said with a mocking bow. <em><mark>(Chapter 32, pg. 117)</mark></em><br><br>“You look like an idiot, prancin’ around like a shuck ballerina. Good luck out there with no breakfast, no packed lunch, no weapons.”<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 32, pg 116)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Persistent<br></strong>“ We can’t give up. Ever.” <em><mark>(Chapter 32, pg 118)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>Thomas nodded, relieved at the attitude. As bad as things were, giving up would only make them worse. <em><mark>(Chapter 32, pg 119)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“Right on, bro. We can’t give up.” <em><mark>(Chapter 32, pg 119)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Bored<br></strong>“Just the usual changes to the way we<strong> </strong>got here—day’s half over,” Minho replied as he looked at his watch emotionlessly.<mark> </mark><em><mark>(Chapter 33, pg 122)</mark></em><em><br></em><br>“Oh, yeah, that,” Minho said, his voice completely indifferent. <em><mark>(Chapter 33, pg 122)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Determined<br></strong>We can’t freaking ask people to go out there and die, Minho! Who’d volunteer for that?”<br>“Me,” Minho said. “And Thomas.” <mark>(Chapter 38, 140)</mark><br><br><strong>-Discouraged<br></strong>Minho’s eyes were dead, staring at a spot somewhere in the gray distance. “Nothing,” he said. “The Maze is a big freaking joke.” <mark>(chapter 45, pg 161)</mark><br><br><strong>-Curious<br></strong>“Right,” Minho replied. He seemed genuinely interested and ready to understand. <em><mark>(Chapter 42, pg 152)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong><br>-Calm<br></strong>He looked the calmest to Thomas, the most confident, the least scared.<br>Thomas envied him. <em><mark>(Chapter 54, pg 185)</mark></em><strong><br>-Leadership<br></strong>“You lead,” Newt finally said to Minho, his voice barely more than a whisper. <em><mark>(chapter 56, pg 190)<br></mark></em><strong><br>-Courageous<br></strong>"The Keeper ran forward without waiting for a response. "<em><mark> (Chapter 56, pg 190)</mark></em></div>]]></description>
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         <title>Teresa</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><strong>-Fierce<br></strong>“Guess he forgot to tell the little part about me kicking him in the groin and climbing out the window.” <em>(</em><em><mark>Chapter 36, pg 134)<br><br></mark></em><em>"</em>Teresa didn’t stop. “Keep talking like that and you’ll be next.” <em><mark>(Chapter 36, pg 134)</mark></em><strong><br><br></strong>“I’m not stupid!” Teresa shouted, her voice muffled by the walls. “And I can hear every word you morons are saying!” <em><mark>(Chapter 41, pg 151)</mark></em><strong><br>-Clever<br>"</strong>Teresa seemed to ignore him, doing her own theorizing." <em><mark>(Chapter 40, pg 148)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“If you’re going to decipher a hidden code from a complex set of<br>different mazes, I’mpretty sure you need a girl’s brain running the show.” <em><mark>(Chapter 43, pg 156)</mark></em><strong><br>-Caring<br></strong>Teresa was by his feet, squeezing his right ankle with her hand. Why, Tom? Why would you do that? <em><mark>(chapter 46, pg 165)</mark></em><strong><br>-Impolite<br>"</strong>Teresa rolled her eyes. “That’s your name, isn’t it?<strong>”</strong><em> </em><em><mark>(Chapter 36, pg, 132)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Confident<br>"</strong>Teresa stood up, surprising Thomas with her confidence." <em><mark>(Chapter 36, pg 134)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Mysterious<br></strong>"Teresa paused, then said something that made no sense. The Maze is a code, Tom. The Maze is a code." <em><mark>(Chapter 32, pg 119)</mark></em><em><br><br></em>“Everything about you is weird. You know that, right?”<em><mark> (chapter 36, pg 134)</mark></em><em><br></em><strong>-Likable (To Thomas)<br>"</strong>Thomas tried to scowl, then smiled."  <em><mark>(Chapter 36, pg 134)</mark></em><em><br><br>"</em>—first the connection he’d felt to her from the very beginning," <em><mark>(Chapter 36, pg 134)</mark></em><em><br><br></em><strong>-Scared<br></strong>“I’mfine,” she answered with a small smile, clearly not fine at all. <em><mark>(Chapter 54, pg 185)</mark></em><strong><br>-Determined</strong><em><br></em>“We can do it,” she said in a quiet voice<em>. (</em><em><mark>Chapter 52, pg 180)</mark></em></div>]]></description>
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