My mind was scattered, I could almost feel my thoughts floating away. All my life, I had always been a very orderly, candid person. I express whatever is one my mind very clearly, and may come off a blunt and rude sometimes, but it's my personality. It's in my nature.
But now that was gone. All of it. I was always the person who kept calm in worrying situations. Now I could feel the panic swelling up in my chest, threatening to turn into tears. When was the last time I cried?
Get it together, Brenda, I thought. Find the others. That's all you need to do.
But my naturally logical mind took over. What if this path led to a dead end? What if I'm stuck here, condemned to wandering around a underground mountain passage for ages? What if this path didn't even lead to the same place the other path did?
A sharp pain stopped me from overthinking to much. I realized that a chunk of debris had landed on my left ankle. I pushed it off easily, but winced as it scraped against my now injured ankle. I examined my ankle, using the little light the dark passageway provided. It was swollen and bleeding, but not too badly.
Well shit, I thought to myself. But then again, that was the one phrase that always went through my mind.
Using the little ledges the cave wall provided, I awkwardly stood up. It hurt to put pressure on my ankle, but I could still walk. It was badly sprained, at the most, but not broken. I took in my surroundings, all though there wasn't much, and I caught something in the corner of my eye. My backpack! I thought I had lost the damn thing back when-
Damn. Back when Newt, Thomas, and I were running through the Underneath. That seemed like forever ago, even though it was only three, maybe four days ago. I felt my heart pang, but before I could think about freaking boys I mentally slapped myself. Physically slapping myself would hurt, and I did not have time for more injuries, especially self-inflicted ones.
I went over and picked up my lame excuse for a backpack and slung it over my right shoulder. Maybe I had a better chance at surviving after all.
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Sorry for this crappy chapter, I was going to write more but I realized this chapter was already pretty long. But hey, that means the book will be longer! I'm trying to add a little more of Brenda's personality into the book, I always thought she was a bad-ass sarcastic girl, which I love :) So yeah, hoped you enjoyed!
~Kalespia <3
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FanfictionBrenda was sure she was going to rot in this godforsaken place called "The Scorch". But when a group of boys show up, Brenda finds herself caught in a situation she can't escape. How is she going to fix this mess? And how is she going to survive whi...
