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I could feel the blood rushing through my body.

Heart pounding with greater accuracy.

As I run, I hope of finding the glade.

Remembering all the fun and memories we've made.

I reach the glade and even though I could see daylight.

The ground trembled as the walls behind me shut tight.

I saw Newt and Alby who rushed towards us.

I decided to stay silent as Minho told them about the fuss.

Minho takes my hand and pulls me as I walk

''I'll take you to the map room so we can talk''

He takes me to a room named ''The Map Room''

''You'll find out what you need to.......soon''

He opened the door and there were large amounts of stationery.

Pens, markers, papers and everything you'd expect to see.

He made a large box on a paper and wrote ''The Glade''

''Okay greenie. We always draw the paths from the maze''

''They repeat themselves every week and every month''

''But we can't seem to find a shucking solution''

I examine the maze more extensively.

To look for clues or patterns or something we may need.

But it wasn't long till Teresa came running towards me

''I need a moment alone with you Tommy''

Poem: ''The Maze Runner''Where stories live. Discover now