I sat on a stool beside Newt who was now asleep. After awhile, he woke up, gasping for air.
"Minho! I had a dream and I can feel it fading away. Isabelle will be gone by tommorow and all our memories will be erased from the time Isabelle came!"
"What! Are you sure?" I said.
"Yes! And I also have a vague memory of a girl with jet black hair saying WICKED is good!"
"Listen here, Newt. That is what Isabelle told me. WICKED is good," I said.
"Wait, what? A girl?" I added.
"Yeah. She was sitting on a chair opposite a boy. They were laughing about something. Also, the girl said something about their 'ability' getting more powerful," said Newt.
"Ability? What ability?" I asked.
"I don't know either but they were staring at each other for a long time. They looked like they were talking with actually talking," Newt said as he winced in pain.
"How's your leg?" I asked.
"What does it looked like, shank," he muttered.
"Back to being Newt," I said.
"Whatever you say."
Night fell at the Glade and everyone went to the homestead to sleep. Well, except Newt of course. I thought about not remembering whatever had happened, forgetting about Isabelle. The next morning, we all continued our lives like nothing had happened.
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Sorry that this is a pretty short chapter...
I have to start a new one so... yea
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I am Minho
FanfictionA MAZE RUNNER FANFICTION This book is about Minho's life in the Glade from the day he arrived. You could say that this book is before The Maze Runner... Newt had gotten his limp for trying to commit suicide, right? Or is it really true? Is Teresa...
