Minho imagine, the maze runner

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"Where am I?" You whispered to yourself. Your eyes scanned the box you where in, hoping to find an exit, but nothing was seen.you started to scream, using every breath in your lungs. Not one sound was heard throughout the prisoned box.

"HELP!!!" You screamed still not giving up hope, though the chance of getting out was slim.

The box started moving up like an elevator causing you to drop to your knees with few bruises and scratches plastered to you legs and hands.

Fifteen minutes past and the torture finally finished, only to be meeting yourself face to face with at least fifty or so boys, gathered around you.

"A girl?" A blonde said.

"Welcome to the glade, greenie." another one said. Though, that person caught your eye. "What's your name?"

You couldn't talk, not to the cause of being in the box while screaming, it was due to the fact that there were many boys gathered around you, snickering and asking questions about your life.

"Do you remember anything?" A boy then asked, curious to if you knew anything about your old life. To your surprise you didn't, not even your parents.

You sat there, doing nothing. The time slipped past and some boys helped you come up from the box. You would occasionally hit one of your bruises causing you to wince in pain.

Time passed and you were in a small hut shaped house.

"Are you going to talk now?" One of the boys said while helping with your bruises. "I guess so." you replied. "your name? Before gally calls you greenie for the rest of your life in the glade."

Your eyes scattered around the room while you mind searched through old memories. "It's y/n." The boy slightly nodded, more focused on his job.

You heard a creak come from the door. "Who's there?" You announced curious of who was there. "It's me, Minho." It was the same boy you admired when you first saw the boys. Same hair, same eyes, same everything.

There was a slight crimson scattered across your cheeks, you hoped it wasn't that noticeable so he wouldn't find out with such ease. "Did she tell her name?" He asked.

"Yup. It's y/n."

"Took her shuck time." Curiousity overwhelmed you from the strange language he used.

"Shuck...?" You questioned. his head turned to you. "Here in the glade, we have our own language to stop us from being bored slintheads."

You giggled slightly, from the strange words that spoke from his mouth while he smirked a bit from your naive knowledge of the glade.

"Do you like it here?" He wondered.

"I don't quite know yet, I have only been here for at least an hour and I don't know what it was like at my own home."

"Fair enough." He responds. "Listen up, Newt and Alby are busy doing work out in the fields. So I will be telling you about the glade and what jobs you can do." You wondered what job he is doing, maybe you could even join him and work together.

"Okay, there are the gardeners, the builders, med jacks-" you quickly interrupted, not caring about the other jobs. "What are you?" "I'm a runner. I keep all the runners together and I have to run my section then map at the end." You wondered how hard it would be to get into the job, probaly having to start a simple job like a builder then moving on.

"Can I be a builder?" You asked curious of to what he would say. "I guess so, I'll introduce you to Gally." He answered with a slight muffle.

A/N) hey guys! So should I do a part two? I also started a new writing style! Go me! Don't forget to give a flab star for mah epic work and mah awesomeness :3