"You mean, you can make requests? Supplies you want?" Why would the people who'd sent us here help so much?
"Of course we can. Just drop a note in the Box, and there she goes. Doesn't mean we always get what we want from the Creators. Sometimes we do, sometimes we don't."
"Ever asked for a map?"
Newt laughed. "Yeah, tried that one. Asked for a TV, too, but no luck. I guess those shuck-faces don't want us seeing how wonderful life is when you don't live in a freaking maze."
I felt a trickle of doubt that life was so great back home—what kind of world allowed people to make kids live like this? The thought surprised me, as if its source had been founded in actual memory, a wisp of light in the darkness of his mind. But it was already gone.
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Desire ❃ newt
FanfictionKameron is sixteen years old and the little sister of Thomas. They were only twenty five minutes apart, but they didn't know that. They didn't even know their names at first. They arrived in the Glade with no one but boys. Of course Kameron was pet...
