Not The Average Glader// Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Chapter Two- The Glade

Blondie helped me out of the box and I immediately started backing away from the group of boys. But for every step backwards they took two steps forward. It was extremely unnerving.

A dark skinned boy approached me with a stern look on his face, and I shrank away from him, as if acting on instinct.

"I'm Alby. Like he said, this is your new home. We call it the Glade. I'll give you the tour tomorrow; until then, no questions", he said with a huff. I nodded and looked around. The group started talking loudly and pushed closer to me. I backed up as far as I could go, bumping into someone behind me. Turning around, I saw I ran into Newt. My eyes widened and I felt very cornered. I wanted to start hyperventilating, even though I knew I was over-reacting. So I bolted.

I ran as fast as I could, heading straight for the thick woods in one corner. I heard someone in the group call out in a mocking tone, "Ooooooo we got a runner!" Another was a bet on how long before I gave out or tripped.

*Third Person POV*

But she didn't. The girl ran as fast as she could, leaping over piles of dirt, rocks, and wood with great ease. The large mass of boys stared at her retreating form. Most would bolt for the entrance to the maze, as if mistakenly looking for a way out. She reached the edge of the trees and within seconds had disappeared from anyone's line of vision. Several members of the group decided to go after her, Newt being one of them. The others dispersed among the glade, chattering excitedly. They had never before witnessed something like that. Newbies had always gone for the doors and the others ran to guard them. In under ten minutes, this girl had changed their perspective on a usually habitual matter.

*First Person POV- The Girl*

As I raced through the trees I dodged them without any problems at all. Up ahead, I saw a large rock and formed a brilliant idea in my head. I sped up, and ran straight up the rock. Then as I reached the top, I launched myself off and reached up for a low hanging tree limb. My hands found my way onto one, and instead of my momentum swinging me forward to the point where my hands slip off, I use it to my advantage. I swing my self upwards and over the limb, landing on the top of it. From there, I tried to catch my breath.

Once I could breathe normally again, I tried to scale the tree. Using branches as footholds, I pushed my way up. My hands held me steady to the center of the tree. I neared the top of the tree when I realized I couldn't go up much further until the branches began to be unable to support my weight. So I sat down in between some limbs and leaned against the trunk of the trees. As I evaluated the recent events, something popped into my head. It was a song. I whisper-sang it, wanting to hear the song out loud but also not wanting to be found.

"Sommeil d'or s'embrassent vos yeux, sourires vous attendent quand vous vous levez. Sommeil, joli bébé, ne pleure pas, et je vais chanter une berceuse.

Se soucie savez-vous pas, par conséquent dormir, bien sur vous une montre, je vais continuer. Sommeil, jolie chéri, ne pleure pas, et je vais chanter une berceuse."

It was obviously a foreign language; I knew that much. It also sounded like a lullaby. Even though the language was strange, I knew it well. It was like I spoke it my whole life, but even then English was still my primary language.

At this point I could now hear far-off footsteps and I could hear someone calling me. Well, I assumed it was me. "Hello? Girl? Can you hear me?" I didn't want to be found, but just in case I broke off a small-ish branch to defend myself.

The footsteps grew louder until I could tell that they were definitely beneath me.

"Hello? New girl? Are you there?" It was Newt. Even having only met him a mere 15 minutes ago, his voice had a distinct accent; something I was not likely to forget.

"There you are! How the bloody shuck did you get up there?", He called from down below. I didn't answer.

"Please! I swear; we won't hurt you!" As much as I wanted to believe that, I was still scared of these boys.

"Alrightly then. If you don't come down, then I'm coming up", he said while scrambling around to find a limb to grab onto.

Realizing the terror of that proposition, I began climbing further up the tree. I was very close to the top when the tree started leaning. I tilted over and then back, over, back, over, back, over, sna- SNAP! The tip of the tree broke and I was hurtling towards the ground, crashing into branches on the way. Closing my eyes, I braced for impact. But it didn't come as soon as I thought. My legs, which were sprawled out in every which way, hooked onto some branches. Of course falling at that speed and the suddenly stopping still hurt. But it didn't hurt as much as it would have had I landed on the ground. I unlatched myself from the tangle of sticks and leaves as I simultaneously tried to grab onto a thicker branch to prevent myself from falling any further. This, however did not work in my favor.

I still fell and I still hit the ground. Hard. But, as if the sudden impact provided me with the information, I could remember what seemed to be the obvious. I jumped up and did a little dance. I could remember my name! I couldn't believe I hadn't even thought about it before! I knew my name!

My name is Lyza, and I am not an average Glader!

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Hi again! Just to let you know, the lullaby above is French. And if Google Translate is on my side today it means:

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep,

Pretty baby,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

Cares you know not,

Therefore sleep,

While over you a watch I'll keep.

Sleep,

Pretty darling,

Do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

I put in French because

1. French is a beautiful language. I mean come on now.

2. I know some French and I like it better than in English.

3. I do what I want.

So I hope you guys like it! Bye!