- lost bracelet -
The morning light barely filters through my hut as I wake up, a tight knot of worry in my chest about George. I can't shake the thought of him still being in the maze. Was this how everyone else felt when I was trapped out there? The thought doesn't bring any comfort, only more anxiety. I force myself out of bed, limping toward my dresser, the pain in my ankle sharper than it's ever been, but I push through it.
I grab a pair of green shorts and a tank top, but as I pull the shirt over my head, I notice something missing. My bracelet. I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. The one thing I've held onto from before—something familiar in this strange, scary world—and it's gone. Panic rises in my chest.
"Shit, shit, shit..." I mutter, my hands shaking as I search frantically through my hut. I tear through the drawers, checking under my bed, rifling through my dirty laundry—anything that might have caused it to slip off. But there's nothing. My mind races, and I can feel the anxiety clawing at me, the bracelet being the only connection to the person I was before this maze.
"Please be here..." I whisper to myself, my voice tight as I move faster through the mess I've created. But the more I look, the more frantic I become. I can't lose it. Not now.
A soft knock at the door interrupts my thoughts. "Come in!" I call out, not having time to open it myself.
I hear Theo's voice from the doorway. "He-woah..." His surprise is clear as he steps into the mess I've made. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I can't find my bracelet," I say, limping around, almost stumbling over the things scattered everywhere in my search.
Theo's eyes soften, and he steps forward, extending a hand to stop me. "Woah, hey," he says gently, grabbing my waist and pulling me back toward my now-messed-up bed. "Slow down a bit."
I nod, trying to steady myself. "I can't find it. I've looked everywhere—under my bed, in all my drawers, twice, even in my dirty laundry." My voice shakes as I trace the spot where it usually sits on my wrist, that constant comfort I always turn to when I'm stressed.
As if on cue, Minho's voice breaks through the moment. "Yooo, what happened here?" He's standing in the doorway, all geared up and ready to head into the maze.
"I lost my bracelet," I explain, looking up at him with a frown, frustration and worry mounting.Minho raises an eyebrow, his expression softening with concern as he walks into the room.
"Well, you need any help looking before I have to go in the maze?"
I give him a small smile, relief flooding me. "Yes, please."
And just like that, we all start looking. Theo moves toward my desk, Minho helps search the floor, and I limp around, my heart still pounding.
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How I survived in an all boys glade
ActionA17 - The Heart She's the kind one in the group, but can still have some sarcastic comments here and there. She's the Glader the others can count on, helps where she can. She is the more softer one, but can still be tough if she needs to. Y/n ends...
