What happens when two girls show up in an all boys Glade? Rae wakes up with no memory in a moving box next to a comatose girl. Between making friends and finding family, Rae is more important in the Maze Trials than she could ever realize.
I sat up in bed gasping. I hadn't waken any of the boys this time. I calmed myself before laying my head back down.
"Rae." I sat up quickly. Still no one was awake.
"Rae." I whipped my head around. I couldn't find the source of the sound. It didn't sound like one of the boys.
"Rae! Rae, its me." I stood up. Still I could not locate who was talking.
"I'm not in your room Rae." I walked out of the homestead quickly, spinning in a circle to try and find the voice.
"I'm in your head Rae. Its Teresa." I rubbed my temples. I was surly going insane.
"Rae, try and talk back to me." I shook my head, trying to clear out the voice.
"Just try Rae." I squeezed my eyes shut. Hello?
"You did it! Good job Rae." I stared at the ground for a second. Who on earth are you?
"I am the girl that came with you in the box. I think I was your friend before we came here!" I stared at a tree in disbelief.
"Something wrong princess?" I tilted my head to the side, still not believing the conversation in my head. I turned to Gally.
"Um, nah, I'm fine Gal." I looked toward the wall as Alby, Minho, and Newt walked over to it. Newt was just saying goodbye.
"What's Alby doing?" "He and Minho are going to try to find the Griever that stung Ben." He looked over to them. The ground started to shake and there was a low grumble as the doors opened. Alby and Minho ran off. Newt ran over to us.
"Hey Newt? Do you know anything about the people who sent us here?" I asked as he reached us.
"Um, not much. All the supplies that that they send us are labeled 'Wicked'." I thought for a moment.
"Do you remember being told something? Like 'Wicked is good'?"
"Not that I remember greenie. But then again, I don't remember anything." He shrugged.
"Okay, cool. Um, I got to go! Thanks!" I turned and ran off towards the boy's hammocks. I searched for a while before I found Thomas. I shook him awake.
"Wha-What do you want?" he said groggily.
"Do you remember anything about Wicked?"
"Wicked? Um, all I remember was being told 'Wicked is good'. That's it."
"Cool, thanks." I walked off. The rest of the day I was working with the Med-Jacks, doing random jobs like stitching up cuts the Slicers got. Or splinting a random twisted ankle. But the whole day my mind was stuck on my dream. Was Wicked good or bad? It rained for a little bit in the day. Everyone became nervous when it was almost time for the doors to close and Alby and Minho still weren't back. We all stood around the doors waiting for any sign of movement.
"They will make it back." Newt said over and over. He was trying to convince everyone else but seemed to have a hard time convincing himself. The rumbling of the walls started as Minho and Alby came around the corner. Everyone shouted and yelled, urging them on. I took a step forward, wanting to run and help them, but a firm had grabbed my wrist. I looked around at Newt who had a sad look on his face.
"Let go! I have to help them!" I tried to shake him off, but he stayed strong.
"There is nothing you can do Rae." The doors were almost shut now. Then out of the blue Thomas broke away from the group and charged through the doors as they closed. And like that he was gone. I froze. Everyone was silent for a minuet.
"Dumb shank just killed himself!" Gally said as he walked away. Everyone now began to leave, looking depressed. I stood, staring at the wall.
"You coming Rae." Newt looked back at me. I plopped onto the ground as my answer. The only person still there was Chuck, who sat next to me. I stayed silent as the sun set. I laid down and stared at the starless sky. After a while Gally came and sat next to me.
"Do you think they could make it?" I said, not changing my position.
"No one ever survives a night in the maze princess."
"Why do you call me that?"
"What?"
"Princess. Why do you call me princess?"
"You're the Glade princess. Aside from the half dead one, you are the only girl." He shrugged. I waited a bit before turning to Chuck, who was also lying on the grass.
"What do you think Chuckie? Do you think they could make it?"
"We can only hope so." He answered quietly.
"Hope can be a dangerous thing." Newt came and sat next to Chuck.
"The Glade revolves around hope." I said simply.
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