𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟-ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

Part 1

Hi! Thank you for reading this story! First of all, I made this up! This is NOT REAL! For example, Millie her parents aren't divorced and her sister didn't die in real live! Same goes for Finns story line! Second, I am not from an english country so I'm not the best at writing in english! I might have forgotten some words, or misspelled them, but I am really trying! and last, I really hope you'll enjoy! If you want to request something you can always send me a message!
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POV: MILLIE 

I throw the copy of the maze runner in my green bag. I rent that book every month at the small library. I walk down the grey boring steps, out of the building. I focus on my not so white anymore 'save the planet' vans and don't even notice bumping into someone. 'I'm so sorry.' I mumble when i grab the bag i dropped. 'The maze runner, you have good taste.' The boy i bumped into hands me the book. 'Thanks.' I mumble with a red head and fastly walk out of the building. I start the walk to my grandparents, who are a short 10 minute walk away. I press my earphones in my ears and cross the street. Me and my grandparents have only gotten closer after my sister died and my mother only started to focus on her work. I walk by the small stores, the dinner, the houses and the neighbors. I wave at them and open the gate to my grandparents house. 'Grandma? Grandpa?' I yell threw the big house. 'Kitchen!' I hear and i hang my coat on the coatreck. 'Hey Millie.' My grandma is stirring this big pot full of something that smells extremely good. 'Hey, what is that?' I sniff in the smell and my grandma smiles. 'It is a very old dish, my mom used to make for me.' Her eyes twinkle when she says mom. I don't know that much about her since she died before i was born, but i know that they where very close. I hear a loud sound upstairs and my grandma sighs. 'Can you please check if you grandpa hasn't hurt himself?' She turns back to the pot. I walk to the stairs, to my grandpa's 'studio'. A place where grandma isn't allowed to enter, or to clean. I knock on the door and grandpa looks up. 'Back so soon?' He asks and pushes on the record player he has tried to fix for 3 days now. 'Still doesn't work?' I walk into the small room, but stand still at the wall full of pictures. It has all kind of things on it, not just pictures. Posters, papers, things he wants to remember. 'No not really...... Don't tell your grandma.' he looks up and i laugh. 'Never.' I smile and so does he. 'Guys, dinner.' We hear from downstairs. My grandpa lays down his tools and we walk downstairs. 'That smells lovely dear.' My grandpa walks by the big pot of stew. She mumbles something and we sit down at the big table, they i think got at a thrift store. My mom would completely hate it, since our house is mostly white, but i love it. it has personality and style. 'Are you excited for school tomorrow?' my grandma putts some of the stew on 3 plates. School start again tomorrow morning. 'Yeah i guess.' I hate school. The girl i always hang out with transfered last year. Now i'm just alone. 'It will be so different not having you around every day.' My grandpa puts his spoon in his mouth. I nod and fill my spoon with some on the food in front of me too. 'Have you talked to your mom?' My grandma knows i didn't. My mom ignores me most of the time and i ignore her most of the time. 'Millie....' She sighs. I feel the anger boil inside me again, like always when someone mentions my mom. 'It's not my fault. She stopped talking to me.' I snap and i regret it immediately. 'Sorry, i didn't mean to snap at you.' I apologize and my grandma smiles. 'She knows, now lets eat in peace.' My grandpa always knows how to make us smile.
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after dinner we drank something, i got on my bike and went home. I always hated to ride my bike. My parents never took me, so i always had to take my bike. Now it just makes me calm. It gives me time to think about things. I grab my headphones the second i am out of the city. It's now an 9 mile bike ride home, or well the place i call home. My parents divorced when my sister and I were still very young. It was a big thing at first, and i think for my dad it still is, but i don't mind it that much anymore. Because of my parents divorce, my mom worked more, but not as much as she does now. Because of that, Melody, my sister, and me grew up extremely close. We never really fought, and if we did, we made up in an hour. Half a year ago Melody died in a car crash. We where riding home from christmas dinner, when a drunk driver hit the back of our car, where she was sitting. I sat in the front seat, and got away a broken arm, 5 broken ribs and a giant scratch full of stitches, but Melody didn't. Glass went threw her entire body, and she hit her head so hard, that the brain damage was so bad, she died fast. She was 19. My mom didn't want to face it and focussed entirely on her work, and me and my dad don't talk that much anymore.
I am not that social, so I never had many friends and well, my entire family is screwed up right now so, it's just me. Melody always red the maze runner and tried to convince me 3 years long to read it, but i never did. Now i just can't stop reading it.
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I putt my bike in the way to clean garage and walk inside. 'Hello?' I yell, but the house stays quiet. I throw my bag on the counter and grab an apple. I get my bag and clothes ready for tomorrow. I walk upstairs and walk past the door, wich says melody in pretty black letters. I don't go in here that often anymore. I open the door slowly and the smell of mint and flowers makes the way into my nose. Her desk is messy but her bed is perfectly made. I walk to the big brown closet next to the door that leads to the bathroom we shared. I open the doors and see all kinds of different colours.my hand slides by all the t-shirts and jackets. I stop by the jean jacket, she always wore. Everyday, no matter how cold or warm it was. I pull it of the hanger and smile. When i was younger i tried to putt it on once, but it was way to big. I slide my arms in the jacket and pull it over my shoulders. It fits now. The smell of coffee and lavender makes his way into my nose and i smile again. I close the doors and walk out of melody's bedroom. I walk down the grey stairs, back to the kitchen, were my clothes hang for tomorrow. I switch my green jacket to the jean one. 'Millie?' My mom enters the kitchen. 'Hey.' I mumble. 'How was your day?' She asks, but she doesn't really sound that interested. 'it was good. Yours?' I try to keep the conversation going. 'It was good too. I have a double shift tomorrow, so I won't be home for dinner. And i have to do some work now. See you tomorrow morning?' My mom grabs her bag and walks op stairs to the home office. 'Goodnight, mom.' I mumble when she closes the door. I also walk up the stairs, throw my green jacket over the chair in the corner of the room and get in my bed. I watch some tv before falling into a dreamless sleep.
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'Good morning.' I mumble when i enter the kitchen. 'Hello.' My mom sounds irritated. 'Your dad called.' Thats why. 'Why?' I ask and pour in some coffee. 'He wants you to meet his new girlfriend.' I knew dad had a new girlfriend, but i didn't tell mom. 'And if you go see him, tell him not to call anymore. He can call your cell.' I get why she doesn't like that dad has a new girlfriend, but it's not fair to hate him for moving on. 'Whatever.' I mumble, hoping mom doesn't hear me, but of course she does. 'Excuse me?' Come on Millie, just tell her how you feel. 'I don't think it's fair your mad at him.' I sound all lot more braver than i really feel. 'I'm not discussing this with you.' The second she have said those words I feel the anger that I've been holding in for the past half-year come up. 'Of course you aren't! Cause when do we ever talk about some thing?' I snap and my mom her head turns red. 'Well sorry I don't want to talk about everything.' She snaps back. 'Like your dad.' She adds. 'Well dad might be an asshole, but at least he texts me goodnight, which is more that you do!' I yell back. 'Well if you dad is so amazing, you should stay with him.' Mom yells back and i frown. 'Maybe I will.' I grab my backpack and walk to the garage. I jump on my bike and take off. Best day ever and it's only 7.
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'Good morning, class.' Miss Muller, my chemistry teacher starts the lessons. I am sitting next to a guy I've know for a while. He was in my class last year too. 'before we start, we have a new student!' She is so exited. 'Finn, stand up!' A boy in the middle of the classroom stands up. 'Introduce yourself please.' Miss muller is still way to excited. 'I'm Finn, I'm 18 and i like to play guitar, yeah, that's about it.' His voice sounds like i know it all ready. the boy turns around and I feel my head turning red. It's the boy I ran into yesterday. He seems to recognize me and smiles. He sits down again and miss muller starts her presentation. 'action reaction. Newton's third law. Who can tell me something about it?' I think everybody can tell something about it. A random girl tells something about it and Miss Muller explains the assignment. A big paper due in 3 weeks. 'And now for the people you will work with, and no, you can't choose. Anne and Micheal, George and Sam, Lexi and Romy, Tyler and Justin, Amber R and Amber T, and Finally, Millie and Finn. Go sit next to your partners.' My head turns even more red and Finn stands up. 'Who's Millie?' He asks a girl and the girl he asked points in my direction. He walks towards me and he smiles. 'Arent you the maze runner girl?' He asks while he sits down. 'Yeah, Millie.' I smile back and he pulls out a black note-book. 'Finn.'