I pace back and forth in the slammer(prison.) I run my hands through my hair.
Where am I? Who am I? Why can't I remember anything? Why am I the only girl? Who put me here? Can I trust anyone? Why can't I remember my name? Who-
"So you're the new greenie," a boy says. I look in the direction of the window. Slowly I creep over to the window and look down. A short boy with curly brown hair sit below me. He can't be older than 12 or 13.
"Who are you," I ask. Looking at the boy.
"Chuckie but everyone calls me Chuck," he says looking back, "What about you greenie?"
"Why does everyone call me greenie," I ask. He shrugs.
"It's what we call the newbies," He says, "So what's your name?"
"I can't remember," I mutter.
"Don't worry it'll come back to you in a few days," he says. I slide down against the wall and bring my knees to my chest.
"You okay greenie," he asks.
"None of this makes sense," I mutter in my knees.
"Well, tomorrow you're going in the maze to be banished so,"he trails off. Immediately I bring my head up and jump to face the window.
"What why?" I asked panicking.
"Everyone voted on that during the gathering," he says putting his hands up.
"Why?" I ask gripping the rusted bars on the window.
"Ask the shanks who wanted you gone," I hear Newts voice. I spin my head to face his direction. He walks up to the window and rest his forearms on the windowsill.
"What did you vote for," I ask.
"To stay, just because you're a girl doesn't mean you should be banished," he says.
"At least someone understands," I say, "I mean the only thing that's different between guys and girls in my book is that girls have boobs and guys don't they have-"
"I get what you're saying greenie," he says chuckling.
"Well, you said it yourself...I won't last five minutes in the maze at night," I mumble.
"Bye greenie," Chuck looks at the floor and trudges away. Newt sighs and leaves me alone...with my thoughts.
I hate this place...
I hate these boys...except Chuck and Newt...
I hate how I can't remember...
I hate whoever did this...
I HATE THAT SHEEP THAT'S BAA-ING!
I HATE ALBY!
GAHSHAGAHAHI pace back and forth running my hands through my hair. I plop onto the floor. Bored I start to examine my surroundings.
Gray walls, rusted bars, Wooden door, Forest green sweater, black jeans, brown combat boots, no memories...no family...no home...or food.
I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. These-these gladers (so I've been told) are so-ergh!
Because I'm a girl they are throwing me in a maze with monster robotic slugs (so I've been told by Newt.)
I just need to sleep it off I guess.
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The day came quicker than expected. Throughout the day I paced back and forth scared out of my mind. Chuck gave me my lunch, but I refused I was too scared to eat. Soon enough it was time to head into the maze.
"Come on greenie," I heard Newt's voice from outside of the door. The keys jingle as they unlock my door.
I take a deep breath and walk out with my head held high. Trying to be strong. Gladers form a box pattern around me. A single tear falls down my face as I see Chuck.
I only met him yesterday, but we became good friends.
"Newt go get the poles," Alby says.
"No need, I except my fate," Alby gives me a weird look. I let out one last sigh and walk into the maze.
I turn around as I see Chuck looking at me. I give him a goodbye smile. Soon enough the doors slam shut. A horrifying screech fills the air. Let the night begin.
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Wishes of a Teenage Fangirl
FanfictionKatherine Barnes is a talkative 13 year old girl. She is obsessed with Marvel, The Maze Runner, Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, you name it. She always has headphones on ignoring the real world. She wishes on 11:11, stars, and also prays...