"Light 'em up!"
On Alby's call, we lifted the torches and threw them into the heap of dry wood, which caught fire immediately. Bright golden flames flicked up the wooden spears, winding around them like burning snakes, coiling into a tall bonfire.
Almost instantly, burning heat flushed over my bare arms as the light crept through the thick darkness of the night.
The boys who had collected themselves around the torches started to cheer with wide grins on their faces, and I could feel my face heating from uprising excitement.
I loved the bonfire. The nights after a new Greenie came up in the Box, where everyone celebrated nothing in particular, yet everything at the same time. That made you forget about the worries of the daily survival game we were forced to play.
Letting out a high-pitched laugh, I threw my fist into the air.
Fire made me feel vigorous. The searing yellow and orange flames never failed to hypnotize me with their mesmerizing dance and the subtle power they held. A symbol of hope in darkest times but once they get out of control, they could destroy worlds.
Who knew I was such a poet?
The boys shouted in rejoice.
"Gladers! Gladers! Gladers!"
It was like they were encouraging the radiating glow of the fire to grow even more. Even stronger.
It was always amazing to observe a bunch of teenagers getting a thrill out of committing arson.
I closed my eyes and fully embraced the feeling of a thousand little sensories tickling over my skin. I let out a shout of joy.
Third person POV
Newt and the new Greenie sat a little offside the bonfire, leaning their backs against an old log. Quietly staring at the closed walls of the Maze, none of them spoke much, until Newt broke the silence.
"Hell of a first day, Greenie"
He took a small glass cup, which was filled with a honey colored liquid.
Handing it over to the boy next to him, he propped his arm on his knee.
"Here. Will put some hair on your chest"
Hesitantly, the new boy grabbed the cup after a reassuring nod from Newt and took a small sip. But before he managed to gulp it down, the boy choked and spit it out with a gag.
Groaning, he quickly put back the cup, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands, with
Newt laughing at his reaction. It apparently was some kind of inside joke for every new Glader.
"God, what is that?", the Greenie asked between two coughs.
Chuckling, Newt took back the small jar.
"I don't even know. It's Gally's recipe"
He turned to look at the boys who were still collected in small groups around the bonfire.
"It's a trade secret"
Gally and another boy were play-fighting and wrestling each other down, encouraged by a clamoring crowd.
The Greenie turned back with a frown.
"Yeah, well. He's still an asshole.", he murmured.
Newt looked at the boy, a small crease between his eyes.
"He saved your life today...trust me. The Maze is a dangerous place"
He took an ominous sip from the drink to ease the silence while the new boy seemed to be thinking.
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Just keep running
Fiksi Penggemar"Promise me, you will never stop running" Grace. That was the only thing they left her. Her name, and a shining gun at her feet. Why? Oh, she wish she knew. But after she woke up in that Box, with her memory whisked away, she had to learn how to...
