New Girl

WARNING:**There may be spoilers from the Maze Runner trilogy.** After Theresa, the first girl to ever come to the Maze, came, another girl came to the Maze. Her name was Alexandra. She was the next Runner. She would fit in with the rest of the Gladers perfectly. But, one would stick out to her. He would care about her, hurt her, confuse her, and show her right from wrong in the Glade. Do these two have a past outside of the Maze? And is there hope for them inside a Maze full of lies?

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1. I Met Him/ She's So... Different

Alexandra:

They say I'm the Runner type, whatever that means. Apparently because of the fact that I ran out of the Box and almost into the Maze when I got here, it makes me a Runner. Cool.

Thomas, the leader of these people called Gladers, told me that I would have to do some minor training to be a Runner, like him. He said that it's normal that I don't remember anything but my name. No one in the Glade remembers.

But today, my second day of training here, everything was different.

Minho, my trainer, told me to run to the Runner's Cabin every morning and run back ever sundown. After a long day of running, I was heading to the campfire for dinner. But today, I saw someone different.

He was sitting by the Name Wall, looking up. His golden hair was shining in the sunrise beams. He looked so peaceful, it made me jealous of the peace. Then, it sparked a memory. The day I arrived here. He looked exactly like the guy who helped me out of the Box. The one with the British accent I found kind of cute.

I jogged over to him, not realizing the movement until I was just a foot away.

"Hey... umm..." Totally blank on the name.

The boy shoots up from his seat and looks at me. "Bloody hell, you almost gave me a heart attack." Deep breath. "Don't be as stealthy next time." He holds out his hand. "I'm Newt."

Newt:

Man, she was hot. Why was she talking to me anyway? I was just a Shank. With a terrible limp from when I jumped off the Wall so long ago.

"I'm Newt." I shake her tan hand. It's so warm and small I could hold it forever but that would be creepy because we just met.

"Alexandra" Her voice reminds me of honey.

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