He was blonde, tall and perfect. In his hand he gripped firmly to a long wooden stick, as if his life depended on it. Thomas looked back at this boy's face, but then gasped. His eyes were a glazed cloudy, unseen grey.
The boy was blind.
I'm just gonna assume this shank ain't gonna be no runner. Sorry, I'm from Tennessee.
this sentence kinda remind me of "Please, Tommy. Please." OH NO I THINK I'M GONNA CRY NOW EXCUSE ME
I love it!!! Awesome idea but the feeling must be horrible! At the Glade. Without knowing where you are or why. In the middle of an army of strangers. Lost. Alone. But you must trust them you don't have another choice. I had to cry the first time I read that crazy amazing stuff!
i really like it! ^^
nice idea with this "blind".
i waiting for new chapter! ❤