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Running (Plance) - Christmas Special.

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She didn't know her name, not just yet.

She was concerned over not knowing her name from the moment she noticed how worried everyone else within the maze seemed over it. 

She's learnt that most remember their name within the first week and tomorrow would mark the second week since her arrival. 

She knew she wasn't making any friends with her personality, apart from Keith who seemed to like her sass. And she's been bothered a lot by Lance, he was rather friendly and kept bursting into her personal bubble more than she was comfortable with. But she knew he wasn't a bad guy, he was trying to make her feel welcome.

But she still wondered if she'd grow to fit in better with the group once she learns over her name or once she loses the nickname "Greenie" and gains her place among the group full time. 

Shiro has done his best, he's stood as an older brother, a thought that makes her feel sad sometimes. He's done well by her and she was thankful to him for it.

Keith, she knew she'd grow into gaining a good friend with him. They were both as socially awkward as the other and didn't easily trust. Some had mentioned it was only due to losing her memory but she had a feeling she had trust issues before she lost her memory. 

She might not remember her name but she felt that she wouldn't be as close to the others as other greenie's had been. 

But she knew she wouldn't be a big problem to the way everyone had lived so far. She hoped she wouldn't cause any trouble for them. She's seen how everyone gains a place within the land, all having their own skills set and finding a place where they fit in best. 

She wasn't overly great at being a farmer due to mother nature hating her enough to give her hay fever. The winter weather most likely didn't help with trying out being a farmer either. 

The biggest highlight over her new live trapped in the walls were everyone moving to the council hall to sleep due to hold chilly the weather was now. She's soon learnt how awful and untalented she was when it came to sleeping with an hammock.

She was only glad that she held no bed pal just yet, meaning no one had watched her fail each night. She now lays her hammock on the ground and pretend it grew untied or the plants used had snapped. She knew she'd be found out after some time but she'd stick with the simply excuses for however long they'd work. 

This morning, she'd risk taking a stroll in the thick snow that had set over their home. Taking in the beauty that always seemed to come with snow. Untainted snow that yet to turn muddy or slushy. Pure white snow that seemed to bring out mother's nature natural beauty even more.

She watched as snowflakes still danced in the air, falling to lay and rise the snow's height one snowflake at a time. Feeling her clothes grow damn in the cold and wet snow but wanting to break from the treelines and experience snow all over again as if it was her first time. And maybe it was, she didn't know over her life from before waking in the box.