First Female {The Maze Runner/Newt FanFiction}

Chapter 1 REWRITTEN

Forrest POV,

8 months have passed since I've entered this hellhole. From what I've gathered, this place is called the Glade and beyond those walls is a complicated ass maze. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn't. A door closes at night locking you in or out. To make matters worse, there are these creatures called grievers that could kill you. So the only way to escape this place right now is death.

Don't know how some shanks think that this place is a nice thing. Some slintheads actually enjoy this place! The only reason I don't run into the maze at night is cause I get fed and a place to sleep. At least Minho was nice enough to make me a runner, so I have some way of leaving the Glade. He and Newt know how much I hate this place and whoever is controlling it. This can't be something natural.

For being the only girl in this place, I do get hit on almost all the time. It's gotten to the point where I actually 'accidentally' broken someone's nose and jaw cause I got so sick of it. The bastard deserved the pain. Good think Alby took some action and would punish someone if they flirted with me and I wasn't alright with me. Now they just treat me like one of their own, the way it should be.

Since I wasn't running with Minho today, I was at the garden beds helping Zart. I would normally be there whenever I wasn't in the maze. Chuck was pulling the weeds out next to me.

"You're pretty good with your hands Forrest," I heard Zart compliment over my shoulder. "Why aren't you a track-hoe?"

"Cause I'm faster on my feet," I answered his question as I stood up, tightening my spare blue and grey shirt around my waist. A loud alarm echoed throughout the Glade. It was a sound everyone in this place knew all too well. Of course, it was coming from the middle. I mentally smirked to myself as amusement started bubbling up in me. I couldn't help but whisper to myself, "fresh meat." My legs sprinted towards the center like everyone else. A special shank caught my eye before I continued. It was time for another deal from second in command. "Brown hair and brown eyes, and two days of my dirty work."

"How about a ginger but no freckles?" He made his side of the deal. This is something I do just so I can actually look forward to the new greenie. "And you have to dance on a table during the party tonight."

"You're on," I shook his hand as a way to seal it.

Everyone surrounds the concrete platform waiting for the doors to open. They opened automatically as they usually do. There laying in the middle of the cage was another boy, go figure. A smile grew in my head but not on my face. I don't ever change the tone in my voice or my facial expression. It's just a waste of time and energy. People do mistaken me sometimes to be pissed off at them, and sometimes they're right.

The guy laying on the floor with one hand covering his eyes. A weird feeling was pushed onto my back that made me feel uncomfortable. There was something about him that was, odd? He also seemed familiar to me. It was like I've known him for long, yet, also meeting each other for the first time.

Ably taps Gally on the shoulder and gave him an order. Gally nodded then jumped into the box, kneeling down at the greenie. The next thing happened in a flash. The brunette was thrown onto the grass with all of us surrounding him. The fellow gladers started making ideas on what to do to this guy. This shank looks at all of us like we're the crazy ones, then dashed off into the open.

"WOAH! WE'VE GOT A RUNNER!" Zart announces like it was big deal. If this guy does become a runner, then I might be able to understand this weird feeling that's growing on me.

The idiot trips over his own steps and tumbled a full circle. His mistake made everyone chuckle with amusement. I would've chuckled too if this weird feeling wasn't so strong on me right now. The green bean stood up slowly as he finally took in the scenery. Even though I couldn't see his face. It did look like he just realized how fucked he was.