Alex just arrived in the glade and being the only girl there, trying to fit in and get the shuck out of it. Read to find out who Alex exactly is and why were she sent to the maze and made a part of this horrible experiment.
Disclaimer: James Dashner...
I was walking through a long hallway. I didn't know where I was but I had a sense of familiarity. I could hear voices but there was no one there. 'There are side effects. We knew that when we did it.' 'Well we're dealing with them. No matter what she can't know.' Know what? Who were these people? Where was I? I suddenly felt myself falling into a pit and it all became clearer.
I woke up in the bed in the homestead. My breathing was heavy. Chuck was no where to be found in the small room. Probably woke up earlier. I checked the watch on my wrist and I wasn't late. I was on time. What was going on with me? I pushed these thoughts aside and went to get ready for a day of running with Minho.
We started off nice and easy. I tried to control my speed. My body was a little sore anyways from yesterday's events. Minho suddenly spoke up, 'What's wrong? You're not talking at all? Everything fine, shank?' I swallowed a lump in my throat and let a breath that I happened to be holding in, 'Yeah. Couldn't sleep much last night.' Which was more or less true.
We took breaks and ran. We came back to the Glade on time as usual. I told Minho to tell the others that I won't be coming for dinner and I'll finish up the map. After finishing up the map, as soon as I walked out, I was faced by an intimidating looking Alby. Oh, who am I kidding? The shank always looks intimidating. He told me to walk with him. 'Alex, as usual, the Box came up. There was something that came with it. Regarding you.' 'What do you mean, regarding me?' 'Come with me.' We went to the homestead and he pulled out a picture...of what seemed to be me.
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My mind was racing with all of the crazy possibilities that could accommodate for this. It was a picture of me. Why did they send this up in the box? What does it have to do with me? This makes no sense at all. Well, nothing in my life usually makes sense. I guess we'll have to just wait and watch.
[This is a pretty short chapter but the next chapter would be bigger. Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote and comment!]
