Casey finally stopped running. She doubled over and begun to pant. Fast and short. She straightened herself out and looked ahead. There were blankets that were scrunched up against a tree. Perfect. Casey then realised how cold it was in the forest. She sat with her back on the tree and the blankets over her legs. She began to process the terrible but useful idea that she tried to run away from. If it worked, she would have outsmarted the people who sent her there and would hell the Gladers escape. But if it failed, it would be a waste of precious time.
"You stole my spot." A voice from the left her startled Casey. Thomas was standing, red-faced to her left.
"Oh, sorry." Casey scooted over and Thomas sat down beside her. They sat together in silence. He has grown so much, Casey thought. The last time she saw him was a few months ago. Before they were separated.
"So, why did you suddenly run away?" Thomas asked.
"Why are you asking?" Casey spoke, desperately trying to change the subject.
"I had a really bad thought. I wanted to come to my 'thinking spot'." Thomas spoke sarcastically on 'thinking spot'.
"Well, you have chosen a good spot." Casey spoke, "And I had an idea too."
"Hey, let's try this. On the count of three, say your idea." Thomas moved himself until he was facing Casey.
"Ok." Casey turned around too.
"One...two...three!" Thomas counted.
As if they had practiced, they spoke together:
"I am going to get stung by a Griever so I can go through the Changing to get my memory back."
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Phase 1- The Maze
FanfictionCasey arrives in the Maze with Teresa. She knows people in the Glade; she helped make the place. There is just one thing that differs her from everyone else... I do not own any of the characters apart from Casey. All credit for setting and other cha...
