"RUN!"

Part 1

                    You jog through the maze walls and back into the glade and place your hands on your thighs. Minho claps your back as he runs past and you know that's his signal he'll take care of drawing up your twos section of the maze that day. Out of the corner of your eye you see a brown haired boy starring at you intently with confusion in his eyes. Greenie. You say to yourself as you look up to see Newt limping towards you,
"thank god! You two're the last back. Those doors'll be closing in a minute."
You smile and push on his chest as the two of you begin to make your way to the homestead.
"You know I'll always make it back. You lot can't run this place without me!"
You say as you smile tiredly. From behind you comes a horrible scraping crashing sound that you hear in your nightmares but you're so used to now you don't even need to look back to know what it is. The doors closing. Hells gates sealing you in for the night, to protect you or to imprison you, you're not sure. Newt's walking backwards facing the screaming doors and you turn, following his gaze. You watch the greenie and Chuck as they stare at the walls until the very last click of machinery as they seal closed. "How's he coping" you mutter to Newt. "His names Thomas, he tried to leg it this morning when he came up in the box" he replies with a pitying smile. "For a second I thought he had the chops to be a runner. Until he face planted!"
You smile again and make for your room in the homestead, squeezing Newts hand as you go separate ways.

                    You enter your room and pull off your running backpack throwing it onto the bed along with your sweat drenched shirt. You take the bucket of water that Chuck places next to your rickety made bed every single day and dunk a towel into it and wring it out. You press the damp material onto your face and sigh as you savour the freshness of it while you slowly stretch out your legs. You made the mistake after your first run of not stretching out and even now you remember the pain you felt. The excruciating burn as you climbed out of bed and the twanging of your calf muscles whenever you moved an inch. You finish bathing under your arms throw on a pair of combat shorts and one of the glader's shirts which falls loosely on you and you treasure it's enveloping folds. You slide off your running trainers and dump your bruised feet in the bucket of water and groan with relief. Finally your night ritual is over and you have enough energy to slide on a new pair of work boots and go to join your friends.

                    Your stomach growls madly as the smell of Frypan's cooking wafts to every corner of the glade and you smile as you run over to the gladers who are just about to begin dinner.
"We wondered where you got to" Minho smiles as he shovels food into his face,
"thought you might have drowned yourself in your water bucket by mistake!"
You push his head forward almost knocking his face into his casserole as you laugh and grab your own bowl. Minho's not sitting in his normal seat and you turn to see Newt, Chuck and the Greenie sitting together on a clumsily made but comfortable table. "Aw is Minho sad because little Newty won't sit with him"
you joke as you walk away from him to their table.

Hey! I posted this onto my Instagram a while back and I had a LOT of positive feedback. Thought I might as well post it onto here aswell:) please feel free to leave comments and opinions! Love you💕