What if Teresa wasn't the first girl in the maze?
A bit of language.
(This book is a lot of me just having fun swearing like a glader)
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! THIS WAS 10 YEAR OLD ME'S ATTEMPTS TO WRITE
Okay. This is a reckless move, but I'm gonna request a guitar. An electric one. I'll do it without the others knowing. I doubt the creators will send one up anyways.
---------------------time skip------------------------ Two weeks
A bunch of boys run under my tree calling "Y/n! Alby wants to speak with you!" I let them pass me before running to the glade.
"There's a crate with your name stamped on it." Alby says, gesturing to the box. I climb in and haul the huge crate up. "Someone pass me a hammer." I say. A builder passes me one. I wedge the points inbetween the edges of the crate and shove the lid off. Two guitars. An electric and an acoustic. I give a wolf whistle. "What the shuck are those?" Alby asked. I swung them up. "These," I said, "are guitars." "So what do you do with them?" Asked Chuck. "I'll show you at the bonfire tonight." I told him. "There's a bonfire tonight?" Alby questioned. "There is now." I replied.
They were real beauties. A slick black and indigo electric and a natural brown acustic. I had run off into the woods to practice. They felt natural in my hands, like they were alive and would sing at the slightest touch of the strings. I took out my knife and carved a simple arrow the back of the necks, up near the tuning things. It looked kind of like a Sagittarius sign. ⤵️⤵️
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I picked up the acustic guitar, took a breath and started to strum.
"Travelling north, travelling north to find you Train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you Call out your name love, don't be surprised
"It's so many miles and so long since I've left you Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you But suddenly now, I know where I belong It's many hundred miles and it won't be long
"Nothing at all, in my head, to say to you Only the beat of the train I'm on Nothing I've learned all my life on the way to you One day our love was over and gone
"It's so many miles and so long since I've met you Don't even know what I'll say when I get to you But suddenly now, I know where I belong It's many hundred miles and it won't be long
"What will I do if there's someone there with you Maybe someone you've always known How do I know I can come and give to you Love with no warning and find you alone
"It's so many miles and so long since I've met you Don't even know what I'll find when I get to you But suddenly now, I know where I belong It's many hundred miles and it won't be long
"It won't be long It won't be long It won't be long..."
The melody was quite haunting. But I wanted to have some fun. I took up the electric guitar.
"Edna million in a drop dead suit Dutch pink on a downtown train Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain. Sixteen men on a dead man's chest I been drinking from the broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon and I can't stand up!
"Hey little birdie, fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone. Hey little birdie, you fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone.
"Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head I'm stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head All through the bar's of a Cuban jail Bloody finger's on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from the top of the mast!
"Hey little birdie, fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone. Hey little birdie, fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone.
"Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride To the carnival is what she said A couple hundred dollars makes it dark inside "Edna million in a drop dead suit Dutch pink on a downtown train Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain. Yeah
"Sixteen men on a dead man's chest I been drinking from the broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon and I can't stand up
"Hey little birdie, fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone. Hey little birdie, fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone.
"Hey little birdie, fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone Hey little birdie, fly away home Your house is on fire, children I'm alone."
That was my favorite song. Just holding the guitar, lots of memories came back. I used to love music and I was able to play lots of instruments, but electric guitar was my favorite.
