𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐘, tmr

Day in the life in the glade, 002

TWO , day in the life in the glade

Awaking to the sound of yelling is nothing anyone would enjoy.

But given my inescapable situation I'm used to it by now.

WITH A BIG HUFF I sat upward in my cot, throwing my heavy set calves out of my sleeping place. I lent over, hunching down to slip on my boots.

I shook my shoulders then my head letting the sleepiness fall from my body, it never really goes away these days.

I blink a few times, getting used to the light that was about to hit my eyes and with a deep sigh I stood up from the warm comfort of my hand made bed, heading to the small, shared bathroom.

There was no mirror, so I just flipped the water on, splashing it on my face, rubbing off the sweat and grime I woke up with off my brown skinned face.

I stood up straight, making an attempt to lay my hair down straight the best I could, if there was a mirror, it would make this morning thing a whole lot easier

I fully stood up to my full height, I stood a bit taller than most of the boys here. I was probably about 5'9, 5'10. but I could never really tell.

My brother, Alby, would always be taller than me. Never letting me forget.

I walked out of the bathroom, closing the door on my way out.

I looked down at my watch that I kept on my wrist, it read 8:29am. 20 minutes later then yesterday.

I realized I had slept in. way more than usual. I wasn't surprised considering I've ran the maze every day for a few weeks now, being the strongest in the glade can take a lot out of a girl you know.

Mostly everyone but a few would be up and beginning to work by now, probably around the glade or in the cook house for breakfast, speaking of breakfast...

I went over to my clothes and changed out of my night outfit reminding myself to wash them later.

I put on some normal clothes —Minho's Hoodie and Newts Pants— and some normal shoes before heading out of homestead and making my way to the cookhouse

On my way there I got greats, hello's and good mornings. Despite being the only female no one really treated me as such.

We would all play fight, talk and do things together like a real family, some of the younger boys saw me almost as a mother , or a big sister. some of the other boys saw me as a little sister. none of them except my lovers, Newt and Minho, Finding me much more than that.

They saw me as any another glader, or when needed their second leader, next to my twin Alby.

One might think it's hell to be stuck in a secluded place filled with over 50 boys, but I don't see it as that. I see them as my family and people I can't lose. But being able to know that it's not possible to save everyone it's a heavy burden to carry.

I made my way through the Pasteur, walking past boys, working or just having a conversation with one another, finally reaching my destination.

I stepped into the cook house, making my way into the very noisy, loud and crowded area. As I walked in no one really paid attention to my arrival, they did quiet down just a smidge, knowing how I got with the sound in the mornings. I got a Hello's and Hi's, nods and smiles, some of which I responded to and some of which I didn't.