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@slightlyannxying

    “ How’s your first week in the Glade going, greenie? ”      While Gally wasn’t the friendliest of dudes, he did     make it a point to greet all the newbies at some point.     This curly haired boy ( one of the youngest he’d seen     in a while ) he had yet to speak to.

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"Everything's going to be okay."

                     you’re so naive, chuck | angst starters

          A sense of dread had washed over the Glade once the doors had          closed for the night. It was bad enough that they had no choice but          to banish Ben; now Minho and Alby had been sentenced to death,          as well. To make matters even WORSE Thomas, that stupid, stupid          shuck-faced greenie, had run into the maze, breaking the number          one rule in thinking that there was something he could to help. Now          all three of them were going to provide a three-course meal for the          Grievers.

                    You idiots.

          Newt hadn’t even heard Chuck come up behind him. He had been          too lose in his thoughts; even his lower lip, which was now torn open          and bleeding, was paying the price for his absentmindedness. The          youngest Glader was probably having difficulty sleeping, no different          than him, really. Newt had been sitting against the stone walls of the          Maze, like if he waited long enough they would magically open and          the three missing Gladers would return unharmed. However, this was          nothing more but a fool’s fantasy. He knew that, and surely Chuck          must have known this, too.

          “Nobody survives a night in the maze, Chuck,” he mumbled.

                                “Nobody.”

[wcdidthismoved]

“I’m fine, Chuck. Don’t worry about it.”

[shuckugly]

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Not a single one of the remaining Gladers had managed not to take a fall or two. ( Everyone was suffering from singed skin and sand in their mouths and shoes and other unmentionable places. ) But Thomas hadn’t been that invested. When they got knocked down, they had to get back up; there was no time for anything else. It was a different story, however, when Chuck took a spill. Thomas was at his side in seconds, looking him over for any obvious signs of injury. “You okay, buddy? Do you need to stop?”

[wcdidthismoved]

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Of course they would put him with the twelve-year-old, Thomas thought.

Of course they would put him with this twelve-year-old.

He was trying very hard not to drag his feet as they walked toward the place he would be sleeping, so deep inside his thoughts that he was hardly paying attention to anything else. He had been in the Glade not one day, and already his thoughts were starting to overwhelm him; confusion, indecision, anxiety, annoyance, just to name a few.

The annoyance in particular was starting to grow as he half-listened to Chuck’s chatter, mostly white noise against the background of his thoughts, but there and incessant nonetheless. They were nearly at their destination before he finally spoke up.

“So, you’ve been here for a month?”

[bctrayer]

“Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”

– – { worried starters };; accepting

How could she tell this boy – the one that she’d only seen around a couple of time since he was in ( she didn’t know how many ) grades below her – that she thinks someone slipped something in her drink? How could she speak at all?

Teresa stumbled in her heels ( that were much too high to walk in this fucked up ), her hands just barely catching herself as she fell against the brick wall. She had been trying to walk home – she had barely made it out of the party when her head felt like she was drowning in some brown hazy fog. She didn’t know where the boy had come from – he was much too young for the party, right?

Teresa gasped, her forehead hitting against the side of the building she slumped against, knees buckling beneath her as she dropped to the ground. The concrete sidewalk must have hurt her legs, especially with the awkward way they were crouched beneath her, but she couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel anything.

She could hardly focus enough to hear the boy trying to help her. Blue eyes glance up, searching for him.

“… Help me,” she whispered.

[bctrayer]

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          “You know, Tom was right.                   -- You’re kind of cool.”