Fearless (1 of 3)

What's wrong?

Summer...

"So...do you know why Newt didn't want to run today?" I asked Minho while we were looking around the new part of the maze that we just found. We slowed down into a slower-paced jog to really catch in all the details. And it might have been something about three hours of us running without a break. I watched as Minho in front of me shrugged and looked at the left corridor. 

"No clue, that shuckface said he wasn't feeling well. I mean I do believe him 'cause he's been behaving strangely lately." Minho answered while still looking around. He's right. Newt's been really weird these couple of weeks. So lifeless almost. He just hasn't been himself. I was supposed to be running with him today but he called it off saying he felt sick or something so I got stuck with the mean hoe, Minho. 

It's not that I don't like Minho he is my best friend. But I just maybe wanted a bit of time with Newt? Alone with others there? I mean...it would be totally cool to discover this new part of the maze with him cause...um...yeah. Why am I such a mess when talking about Newt? 

His shucking perfect height and body. That sandy blond hair that looks so soft but I would never in million years dare to touch it, cause that would be weird. Those mesmerizing brown eyes that could just melt me every time I look into them. My daydreaming was cut off short by Minho snapping his fingers in front of my face. 

"Wake up sleeping beauty I need a full focus here." He called, giving me a look with a raised eyebrow when I blushed. "I think it will be better if you start talking with that never shutting gob of yours. That way I'll at least know you are still with me here." I frowned at Minho's order. But I do have some things to talk about. I mean I am full of great thoughts.

"Today is the day new Greenie will come," I said full-on excited. "I hope it is a girl." I sighed looking around the maze wall covered with strong ivy. I am sure if someone were to climb up the wall it would support him well. But there is no way in hell I will be trying that. 

"You seem to be hoping for that since you came." Minho chuckled. He was leading us through another one of the corridors and I was just trying to memorize every little detail. 

"Yup, and I will surely tick it out of my wish list soon," I answered proudly. Not that I am keeping any real wish list. Here in the Glade wishes are just some fantasies that you keep to keep moving on. After those six months that's I'm here already I feel like wishes are no longer strong enough to keep me my sanity. It takes a strong-minded person to stay fighting this battle, that no one asked to be a part of. 

"Six months and you are still hoping?" Minho laughed turning around to look at me. He was now walking with his back to the front. The slinthead wasn't watching where he was going.  

"At least I am not falling into depressive thoughts like some other Gladers," I mumbled rolling my eyes a bit. 

"Hey, I know everyone else is slowly giving up but we can do it. Nothing like a stupid maze can just break us." Minho said softly which was quite strange because this boy is mostly all about jokes and remarks. It's his way of coping with things. Everyone has their own way. I gave him a smile until it faded when I realized the sudden darkness. 

"Min..." I said with scared eyes. He didn't understand at first so I nodded upside towards the sky where the sun was slowly setting down. 

"Shit!" He whispered and we both turned around and started running from where we came from. I just hope we will not have any wrong turns today. 

Winter...

I was just bringing in more planks of wood for the renovation of the watchtower when the alarm started blaring all around the glade. The signal that the new greenie is here. Probably shaking in fear or panicking in that metal cage that all of us came here with. The first memory we make and it has to be this one.