Different || the maze runner

'Posh and girlie'

Newt lead the nameless girl down the ladders, constantly looking behind him to make sure she was following. His thoughts were flowing with confusion and curiosity, he wanted to know why, after all this time, a girl was sent up?

Why was she here? He knew what a girl was of course, he knew he had seen one before, but he had no memory of it. That he grown used to long ago. Ever since he woke up in the box, having no memory of anything, it happened to every boy- and now a girl- who got sent up. It was just the way the creators did things.

The girl wouldn't speak, no matter how many times Newt tried to start a conversation. She wasn't scared, at least, she didn't look it. Only wary, her black eyes burning with curiosity, filled with so many questions she wasn't asking.

Her body was tense, as if waiting for someone to attack her.

He had told the boys to leave before he took her down, she was not at all okay about them staring. However, it was the first time any of them had seen a girl, and Newt was just as shocked. But he knew not to treat her any different because she was a girl. Just as they had reached the ground, a boy came jogging over to them,

"Hey Jeff, what's happening?" Newt asked the boy,
"Alby's called a gathering, not just for the keepers, he wants a chat with everyone seeing what's just happened." Jeff replies, nodding at the girl. She moved her hand closer to the knife, and Jeffs eyes widened. When Newt saw he said,

"Come now, I said no ones gonna hurt ya, a Gatherings just a meeting. This is Jeff, one of our Med-Jacks, which are like our doctors." She nodded at Jeff, and he let out a breath he seemed to have been holding in.

"Come on, It's starting."

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The girl followed the two boys to a large shack in a corner of the Glade, loud conversations could be heard even before they entered, and as they did, all voices stopped immediately; and every pair of eyes glued themselves on the girl. They were all seated around the edges of the room, which had been built to represent an incredibly small version of a Coliseum, with about 1/3 missing as it had been built against the corner of the walls. The girl tried her best to ignore the stares of boys, as Newt lead her to the front, where every one was facing. Numerous wooden supporters were dotted on the flat ground, and the girl immediately made a bee-line for one furthest away from everyone, and lent against; allowing more of her hair to cover her face. All eyes were still focused on her, until a dark skinned boy got their attention, he addressed them with leadership laced in his voice, this must be the boy named Alby,

"Gladers, I know you're all quite shaken up about what's just happened. I am too, but that's no reason to change anything. None of you will lay a hand on her, or I will personally throw you off the cliff,

I don't even want those of ya who like the Lads over Lasses."

The Gladers all murmured in agreement, eyes occasionally shifting to the girl, "Now just cuz she's a girl, we ain't gonna treat her no different;" he turned towards her "So Greenie, I'm Alby, the leader of these Shanks, you know your name yet?" She looked up at him, keeping her hair in front of one of her dark eyes. She hesitated, before finally deciding to speak,

"No, I don't. And I sure would like to know what the bloody hell is going on."

Her own voice surprised her, much deeper than she would have imagined, and demanding. She had also noticed she sounded different from the others, not because she was a girl, no, she sounded like Newt, a British accent.

"Did she say 'bloody'?"

"Hey Newt, she got the same accent as you!"

"We got a posh girlie here."