Newt imagines!

I am a girl and I will run

This is based of Eddie the Eagle but it features in the maze. For this Newt hasn't got a limp even though Chuck features, btw Thomas hasn't arrived.
Also thanks so much for so many reads! I hope your liking these.

The runners, they did the same thing each day. Getting up early, having a morning discusion before running the maze, then they would return and map the maze purely by memory. It sounds easy but it's not, only the best of the best can run that mysterious place, looking for a way out of this hell hole. All of that is difficult without mentioning the monsters that roam the maze killing any boys they see, they inject them with this venom that only has one cure - the serum. The serum is locked up inside a cupboard, the medjacks hold the key and that key is only seen when a runner is stung.

The runners are respected, they get first say in everything, no one tells them they can't do that or do this and when they wonder around in a pack gladers step out of the way, their eyes full of awe. That's what I want. The pressure of finding away out, the responsibility to draw maps everyday, the adrenaline rush as I run through those doors never knowing if I will return alive or condemned to the serum and the changing. More than anything I want to be equal, I want gender equality here in the glade.

I pick another towel off the floor of the homestead, behind me I can hear the boys commenting on my ass. They don't see me as a person, I'm a weak object that useless for everything other than one purpose, luckily Alby put a rule against that, so in their eyes I'm a useless waste of space, food and materials, that is why I'm a slopper. Apparently most gladers try out for each job and then gets chosen by the keepers, not me, I was casted aside and told I was a slopper. This has happened so many times, I didn't get a tour, an explanation, for the first two nights - out of the week I've been here - I wasn't even given bedding or shown where the loo was, I had to run around trying to find it desperately holding on.
Then I stumbled into Chuck, the twelve year old greenie until I arrived in that shucking box. Chuck was nicer than the others, still very sexist but he talked to me, explained the rules, the jobs, what's out there in the maze.

I put the towel in the basket and leave the homestead, essentially I'm the gladers maid, almost a slave. I sigh and carry the dirty laundry over to the wooden hut where I can wash them without being disturbed. On the way I meet Chuck, he's just finished collecting the litter from the deadheads after yesterday's big game of truth or dare, they had all gotten very drunk. Chuck and I didn't join in, what's the point I would be dared to make out with most of them and I'm not going anywhere near Gally's mouth.

"Hey," Chuck says pulling me from my deep thoughts. "You washing the towels?"

I nod and look towards the map room. The runners had returned ten minutes ago and now they are hanging around the entrance talking and joking with each other, they look like their having genuine fun. "Chuck, how do I become one of them?" I have mentioned my dream a fair bit to chuck, he's not impressed, he says it's stupid and I'll die leaving him with no friends. Not sure what kind of friend he his.

"Not this klunk again," he complains. "Y/n, your a girl, you can never be anything other than a slopper let alone a runner, so stop dreaming about it."

"Thanks." I say sarcastically.

"Your welcome klunkhead, now stop staring and let's go wash the towels." He grabs my arm pulling me away.

Chuck helps me to fill a large bucket with hot water and soap, we pull it outside the hut because of the heat. I don't tell chuck but the main reason I want to work outside is from here you get the best view over the map room and the maze doors. I tip the mud and sweat covered towels into the hot water and using a soap bar begin to scrub at the fabric, Chuck sits on the side folding the clothes off the washing line, he sorts them into piles, one pile for each glader.