The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Minho Imagine (Josie)

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"Whatch where you're going shank!" A glader shouted as he bumped my shoulder. The shuck faces around him laughed at his remark. I was hoping that they would just leave after that, but that wasn't the case. They started to surround me and some of them started to pull my long brown hair. "You know, I wish someone else had come up in the box. You're useless!" My grey eyes started to burn and tears threatened to roll down my face. "Hey look guys! The shank is crying!" The crowd that had gathered around us erupted into laughter. I tried to leave the circle, but the gladers pushed me to the ground.

"Hey! What's going on?!" The masculine voice was Minho's. I could just barely see him running to the crowd from the maze. "Leave Josie alone!" He ran in the middle of the circle, next to me, and shoved the nearest glader away. One by one, the rest of them left. Soon it was just Minho and me. He didn't take his gaze off the Gladers until they were far away.

"Shuck, Josie are you ok?" He turned to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up rather harshly. "You have to be more careful! Stop messing this up!" I had mixed emotions. He was being nice, but in the meanest way possible. I yanked my arm out of his grip and ran away crying. No one understands me! Everyone hates me!

This isn't the first time I have run away crying because of those shanks. My favorite place to hide out was in the woods, where no one else was. The cool breeze and green trees always comforted me. I don't know if it's the memory of them or what, but I liked it. I curled up next to a large tree and sat in the fetal position, the tears starting to slow a bit. I pulled my brown hair in a pony tail and tried to hush my crying.

"What are you doing out here shank?!" The voice boomed in my ears. It must have been Gally, I could tell from the anger. I looked over to see the masculine boy throw down the weapons he was carrying and stomp over to me. His arched eyebrows scrunched together in anger. "You should be doing your job!" My sadness was replaced with anger. Something came over me that I had never felt before.

"You know what!" I stood up as I started to scream at him. He took a step back, as if shocked by my sudden outburst. "I'm so shucking tired of all you gladers who hate me for no reason!" My throat got a bit scratchy, but that didn't stop me. "You can not talk to me that way! I'm not afraid of you anymore! You think you can say whatever the shuck you want to me because I'm a girl? Well, let me tell you something. You can't! It's not the way it works! You are a slint head! I'm twice the person you will ever be!" I heaved a big sigh, satisfied with my choice of words.

"Crazy shuck face." Gally murmured under his breath before turning and gathering the weapons on the ground. My throat was on fire and the anger hadn't left me quite yet. As Gally walked off, I noticed that he left something behind. As I got closer, I noticed that it was a knife. Small, but sharp. I grabbed the end and just gazed at it. Should I give it back? I sat against the tree trunk and slowly brought the knife to my wrists, making cuts. It stung. Everything was happening so fast, I didn't realize what was going on. I felt so dizzy. Tears rolled down my face as blood dripped down my arms. I couldn't stop! I kept going. Then, ever so slowly, I brought the knife down to my stomach. I felt a cold metal on it and realized that I had already cut through my clothes. I closed my eyes at the realization of what I was doing. Just do it! I urged myself. 1........2........3! I brought the knife up and pulled down, expecting the worst. I felt a grip on my hand, keeping the knife from puncturing me. My eyes are still squeezed shut and I became really dizzy. The grip on my wrist was getting tighter as I heard the knife drop to the ground with a thud.

"Oh, Josie. What have you done?" I heard a voice say. Minho. He sounded like he was crying. He picked me up and carried me bridal style through the woods. I passed out just as we made it to the glade.

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Hey gladers! This story was requested, and I think it is very interesting to write about. I haven't really written about this kind of topic before. I have taken a liking to it, so there will be a part 2!!!!!! I'm sorry, but I will not be writing all the requests. It's just really hard, and they get lost in the comments, so....yea. If you guys send me a message, then I will most likely write about it.

Anyway, thanks for reading! 😘