We Came From The Maze
"Kinaé, we all came here like you but not from the maze, nobody has ever come out of the maze before, we came from that elevator over there," he said pointing into the distance, I could just see a mound of concrete risen above the earth."And when we arrived we couldn't remember anything but after a few days we remember our names, that's all they let us keep. Each month another boy would come from the box, but not since Theresa came." He gave Theresa a dirty look.
The sun highlighted the sky with pinks and oranges. The trees cast shadows on the dew dropped grass. "Well it's getting late, we better start walking back up and get ready for dinner." said Minho, he started walking towards the huts. Eventually everybody followed.
I turned to see Theresa walking next to me. She is a tall, slim girl with ruffled thick black hair and blue eyes. "Hey." she said.
"Oh, yeah, hi. Theresa isn't it?" I replied
"Yeah. You're Kinaé aren't yeh' "
"Yep that's me." We started to talk when,
"Hey guys."
"Oh, hey, Newt. This is the new girl, Kinaé."
"Hi." I said.
"Hello." he replied, his voice drenched with a British accent, he then stretched out his hand and I shook it. "I'm Newt. You know, I've been here for three years and have never seen Gally so nice to the new greenie. He must have a thing for you."
"Newt!" Theresa exclaimed, "You don't want her to be scared to death before she even has any dinner do you!"
Newt chuckled when Theresa elbow him in the ribs.
"Where you actually even watching? He pushed me and called me a 'dirty little thing'." I protested.
"Yeah, well he says that sort of thing to everyone when they first arrive. But it usually takes him a couple of weeks to start to like someone. The only person he liked from the pretty much from the start -well after we had a fight- Minho, and they still have fights all the time. Sooo, yeah, I think he likes you." Newt laughed then
Theresa and I say in unison, "Whatever."
We all finally made it to the bonfire and the food. Fry-pan -the cook- was making stew and everyone lined up for their share. "Alright, alright. Calm down and we can do this in an orderly fashion." Fry-pan shouted.
Thomas stuck his head out of the line and shouted back, "Dude, like we're already lined up and ready to go."
"Oh yeah, sorry." Fry-pan giggled, well it was more like a laugh, which was more like snorting.
I walked up to Fry-pan, he had a large pot that was slightly rusted, mounted on top of a large rickety-looking table that looked like it was going to collapse any second now.
A/N: I still have a bit of chapter to finish off. Sowwy! ?
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