You don’t have to worry about damaging suede shoes and boots when you clean them with quickly evaporating cleaning solutions. WHERE TO FIND EVIL GREENIE SQUEED HOW TO.A lady wearing a white coat had entered the room, doctor Ava Paige. WICKED is good.' this time it wasn't Thomas talking. You have nothing to worry about, we're doing the right thing here. I don't want to lose my memories, I don't want to forget you, my friends and Ne-' I smiled through my tears and wrapped myself in his embrace, pressing my wet face into his shoulder. You're the best person I know.' he said in a comforting way. 'Thomas, I don't think I can do this anymore.' For the first time I remembered something. I tried to yell for help but I couldn't control my body anymore and my mind was taken back. I suddenly felt an agonising pain I had never felt before. My eyes widened and my ears began to ring. It didn't surprise me when his head hit the ground and Gally looked all too pleased with himself.

Greenie wasn't bad but he had no plan of attack what so ever. It wasn't until Greenie started fighting him when I really turned my attention to them. He probably was but it was annoying how good it made him feel about himself. Gally was challenging people to fight him, trying to prove how he was the strongest out of everyone. They talked for a while until I saw them standing with the other gladers. Newt knew I felt uncomfortable talking about it and managed to get Greenie away with him. I didn't go into detail, I hated reliving it, I had never felt more alone or scared when I was out there at night in the maze. 'We call them grievers.' I answered and explained what it was like, that long night out there. 'What was it like? Why did others not make it out there?' That's a good thing because if they don't make it back before those doors close then they're stuck out there and almost no-one has ever survived a night out there.'

They're the strongest and fastest of us all. Listen, the truth is the runners are the only one who really know what's out there. 'You can ask the people who put us in here, if you ever find the bastards. Finding a way out is easier said than done.' I sighed saying 'It changes, every night. 'Every morning when those doors open they go into the maze, mapping it, memorising it, finding a way out.' I smiled at Newt, earning a smile of his back, that one where a crease forms in his right cheek, making him even more handsome. And obviously the fastest of them all, Julia.' That guy in the middle Is Minho, keeper of the runners. 'There by the fire, those are the runners. 'For the moment, but see those guys?' Newt pointed to the other runners sitting around the fire. I not only felt scared for myself to be trapped in an unknown place but also for the other gladers, Newt especially. Newt squeezed my hand, as if reassuring me. 'We're trapped, aren't we?' Greenie asked. 'He saved your life today, trust me when I say the maze is a dangerous place.' Newt said. 'Yeah, well he's still an asshole.' Greenie said. 'I don't know, Gally's recipe, trade secret.' Newt and I could only laugh as Greenie spat it all back on the grass. He did and scrunched his nose up in disgust. Newt and I shared a look, waiting for Greenie to take a sip. Gally's special brew as everyone liked to call it, but it tasted awful. I knew what it was and was sure Greenie wasn't going to like it. 'Here, grow some hair on your chest.' Newt handed Greenie a bottle. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer as he did. Greenie opened his mouth to speak up but pressed his lips back together when Newt plopped down beside me. 'About three months, but it feels longer.' I always looked for anything that looked or sounded familiar, I wanted to remember my past so desperately. I squinted my eyes when I saw something familiar in his, but then again maybe I imagined it. 'How long have you been here?' He asked, looking me directly in the eyes. He let out a long sigh, I couldn't help but giggle. I signed him to sit down next to me and he did. His cheeks were red from the warm fire, he looked confused still which was understandable. I wondered how many times we'd have to do it again. They were lighting up another wooden statue, the tradition when another Greenie came up with the box. I could feel the warmth of the campfire against the back of my head. My back was leaning against a log of wood. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines.

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