Your POV:
I was a 12 year old girl when I came up in the box to the Maze, I didn't remember anything... My home, my friends, family, the only thing I could remember was my name and age.
After about a year and a half I heard the god awful sounds of the box causing me to drop the wood I was carrying to my little hut I built, when I got to the box there was a boy laying there around 13 maybe 14 years old, I stared down at him not knowing what to do. We got to know each other pretty well within the month that we had alone together before others started showing up. To keep track of everyone who came up into the maze, we started carving names into the wall of the maze. By the time I was 16 Thomas came up into the box, little did I know everything was about to change...
A/N:
You guys can pick the name of the girl in the story.
