" 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔. "
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 Dawn and Lisa arrive in the Glade, surrounded by an enormous Maze and with an unconsious girl with them in the Box, they need to get everything together to try and unra...
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[ chapter 04. banishment ]
LISA
Even though I had stayed up most of the night partying with the Gladers at the bonfire, I woke very early the next morning, feeling wide awake. The sun had barely even risen when I woke up in my small room in the Homestead. It was my first official day in the Glade and I already hated this place. It wasn't the fault of the boys, it was the fault of whoever put us in here. I hated the empty pit inside of my mind where my memories used to be, I hated the huge walls that surrounded us. Except for the people I hadn't found much to like.
I quickly realized I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore and so I made my way out of bed. Putting on my boots and my jacket, I left the room in a hurry, ready to find some breakfast. I met the Glade's cook yesterday at the bonfire. His name was Frypan but I was convinced it was a nickname, no parent would ever be stupid enough to name their kid Frypan.
Making my way towards the kitchen I could already smell the delicious scents of bacon and eggs. He told me yesterday he always had to get up early to cook for the Runners, which was just my luck. I entered the kitchen, my eyes scanning the huge amount of tables and chairs before I headed towards the counter.
An asian boy in runner gear was leaning against it. His black hair was styled perfectly and his eyes shone brightly as he watched me walk towards him. 'Lisa isn't it?' He said, studying me.
I nodded, coming to a halt next to him. 'And you are?'
A small smile appeared on his face. 'Minho.' He looked as though he wanted to say more but Frypan's voice interrupted him. 'No time for flirting!' The cook came walking up to us from the other side of the counter, holding a plate with eggs and bacon in his hand. He handed it to Minho. 'Time for breakfast.'
'Frypan, my man, I'm only gonna say this once,' Minho said, taking the plate out of his hand. 'There is always time to flirt.'
'Too bad all your effort will be for nothing,' I told him, forcing back a smile as I watched his expression fall.
