Tn è la sorellastra di cheryl blossom, si incontrano per la prima volta nella loro vita, andranno d'accordo?

"What ever you do, don't try to be a hero." ㅡ Subject AI, Malia, The Unintended Variable. Malia's a clean slate when she wakes up. No recollection of her past, no memories left to be remembered, only a vague, chilling inkling that her future is going to be anything but simple. (And by some miracle she's acquired a broken ankle, but that's really the least of her problems.) Of course, all gladers are thrown headfirst into their new existences with nothing but a few letters to form a name. It's standardized greenie protocol. Shoved in a box, made to leave everything behind on unknown land, even the very thing that makes a person who they are. Their identity. There's just one difference that separates Malia from the other gladers and declares her as something else entirely. The others wake up in the box. Malia wakes up in the maze. © 2018 | JONGDAISIES | MORG

Skyler Wakes up to find herself in a box, but its all to familiar. She had a faint flash back, but was it real? Or was WICKD messing with her again? Will they ever make it out alive?

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.