Teresa, you're not the first girl to come to the Glade. Thomas, you and Mihno are not the first ones to survive a night out there, in the Maze. But you are the only ones still alive. It all started in the dark days. The characters belong to James Dasher. With the exception of a few that I created.

16 year old Amanda comes out of the box. She's the first girl there and is one of the toughest. After learning about Grievers from her friends her fear is to see one. But after hurting herself and not making it to the doors before they close she came in contact with one. But she spins learns everything she ever thought and everything she ever heard was a lie.

This is the sequel book to: The Maze Runner With The Crazy & Lovely Girl: Emily. If you haven't read it, you should, because, well, this book won't make any sense to you. Anyway, this book is about the funny moments that happened in the glade. So, follow the story about the hilarious moments between several shuck-faces. Attention please! This story is filled with awful, terrible, cringe-worthy, weird, 'omg-you're-so-stupid-did-you-even-go-to-school?'-grammar mistakes, and it is in a need of a heavily editing. Read at your own risk.

After Alby was sent up, the Creators sent up a girl; Emily. She is crazy, weird and sassy, but yet, lovely, beautiful and the glade absolutely loves her. Especially one person, who thinks of her more than a bestfriend. More than a sister. What if that person were a runner? Also, what would happen with her being the only girl? What would happen when she gets in these sassy-fights? Follow Emily and our favorite runner through this hilarious story between two shuck-faces. Here is a little taste of the story: "I, Minho, want you, Emily, who I cherish and love for the rest of my life, to move in with me, till death by grievers do us apart." I knew I was 'married' to a dramatical drama-queen... "Let me introduce you to this shank over there." I pointed at Newt. "That is Ashly," "I'm Newt. Not Ashly, because that's a girl's name." He said, looking at me with a glare. "But Ashly, I thought you were coming out of the closet?" ​"Did you move the boxes?" Gally asked, looking at me with an annoyed expression. ​I raised my eyebrow at him. Really? What do you think! "No, Gally. I was in there chilling with Jesus. You see, he and I have become really close. We had a tea party, and he magically made the stones to bread and wine. We spoke for a while, talking about your face needing God's miracle since Jesus himself can't fix that shucked up face of yours." I do NOT own any character, except for Emily, disclaimer goes to the genius author; James Dashner. Also, this story is in a need of a heavily editing. Read at your own risk.