Run with Me (tmr)

Run with Me (tmr)

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The Maze Runner
Welcome to the glade. What's the glade you might ask? Basically a hell hole that i was sent to. It was WICKED's fault. I lost my memory. Only thing I can remember was my name. Little snippets of memories came back from dreams but could I really trust them? Probably not. Anyways, one thing you should know about the glade. One Greenie is sent up every month. Always a boy. Well I am.. The First Girl. [Gally has not gone through the changing, and it's before Thomas and Teresa, almost a year before they come. it rains in the glade btw. and some scenes later on are from deleted scene from the movie, I loved them so I decided to include them]
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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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