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Sam
Frypan cooked some kebabs for us. Passing them around to the hungry gladers, who were eager for food.
I snuck out of the party and sat on a log to cool down my head, and take in all of my surroundings. Everything was going so fast.
"What are you doing out here?" I spun around and saw Newt standing there.
"Hey, its Newt isnt it?" I ask the tall muscley boy, "I'm fine, it's just so much to take in!"
Newt came by and sat down next to me, "Yeah." He chuckles, "You'll get used to it, I'm sure."
"Eh, I guess your right." I yawn, rubbing my tired eyes.
We sit in silence for a moment, before a rumble erupts from beyond the massive walls, my head whipping to the direction that it came from. "Wha- what was that?!"
"Relax. It's the maze changing." Newt says calmly.
"Wait. Maze?" I cock an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Maze. Beyond those walls is a maze. Y'know earlier when those doors closed." Newt explains, pointing to the doors. "Well they kept us safe, from the grievers. Every night the grievers come out and kill anyone left in the maze - because no-one survives a night in the maze." I shiver. "That's why it has taken so long for the Run-"
Alby's voice boomed, interrupting Newt and making me jump, "Give it up to our new greenie!" Everyone cheered, and some brown liquid was distributed to the gladers.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed." I yawn again, standing up from our log.
"Do you want me to come to?" He asks, but turns bright red when he realises how it sounded.
I laugh, my cheeks dusted with crimson, "No thanks Newtie." And I begin to walk towards the homestead.
"Wait! I didn't mean it like THAT!" Newt calls from behind me. "Oh man, I shucked up big time." But he didn't shout that part.
I pushed open my bedroom door and stepped inside, shutting it behind me again. I slipped off my shoes, peeled my tank top off and pulled down my khaki trousers, and threw on an massive t-shirt I had stolen from the medjacks hut. Then I hopped into bed.
Instantly darkness consumed me.
"Do you think it is a good idea?" The whisper cracks the deafening silence, my heartbeat thumping in my ears.
There is a reply, the voice hushed, and I am unable to pick up the extremely quiet words, confused as to what the strangers are talking about. A boy tugs me closer to me, pulling my head into his small chest.
