The Original Gladers

The Original Gladers

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You wake up in a place unknown. No memory on your identity, just a name provided. Surrounded by nine boys excluding yourself and ten girls. They all look familiar, but at the same time strangers to you. A group of teenagers in an enclosed place is not the best idea. Well ... right now would be time I would use a bad word to express how I feel, but I don't know what words to say. I don't know what to do. Is this the end of the world and we're the last people on this... I don't know what we're on ... just, SHUCK IT! Shuck? Seems odd, but that word gives me the sensation I did, like a fire burning inside. I like it.
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You were in Group B, with all the other girls, but that all changed when you got lost in the Maze, alone. For days you outran grievers and tried to make it back, but your supplies were scarce and you blacked out. When you woke up, you thought you were home in the Springs (Group B's Glade), but you noticed something. This place was different. It was warmer and the smelt strange, and the biggest difference, it was filled with boys. When you awoke you ran around in a panic, threatening anyone who came within twenty feet of you, until you saw him. Something in your memory loss faltered as you looked at the boy with sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. You remembered him from something. You knew that you and the boy were somehow connected. TW: depression, suicide, mild swearing

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