ℝ𝕌ℕℕ𝔼ℝ: 𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕨𝕥 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

𝟏𝟏. 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐲

After the newest greenie showed up; who remembered his name was Chuck in a couple days; the days just seemed to repeat themselves with absolutely nothing new. Every single day I woke up early to go explore the maze with another runner, we would run in the maze almost all day, find absolutely nothing new, get back and map our exact same findings, and then part ways for the day. After I mapped out my nonexistent findings I would usually decide to help out Newt and the other Track Hoes with whatever gardening they were doing that day, unless of course I was exhausted from running. In which case I would sleep until Newt came to wake me up to tell me it was dinner time. The nights are what I looked forward to though. Newt and I had more recently started to take night time walks around the glade and sometimes end up laying on the cool grass and stare up at the stars while we talked about whatever came to our minds. 

That particular day though was a little bit of a jarring one. A fellow runner and someone I considered to be my friend, George had gotten stung by a griever when him and I were running in the maze and he'd attacked me for no reason. I had luckily managed to escape from his grasp and run back to the glade where Minho had just gotten out resulting in Minho and a few other gladers getting him under control and sending him into the maze while Newt carried my almost unconscious body to Clint and Jeff to make sure I would be okay. Luckily I'd only gotten a few bruises and minor cuts and scrapes, as well as a slight concussion so I would be okay to run in the maze sooner with little down time. 

Later on that night Newt and I had decided to sit against a tree and enjoy the peace of the night. I had ended up laying down with my head in Newt's lap as he sat leaning against the trunk of the tree, his hands running through my hair to keep me calm. We were talking about why George could have wanted to attack me when I suddenly remembered that he had been garbling about how I had caused all of this to happen. I told Newt and asked if he had any clue what George might have meant by that, to which Newt had no idea. We fell into a comfortable silence as I slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.