Newts little sister comes into the glade and is naturally loved by all.
He must protect her from the horrors of the maze.
ALL RIGHTS TO THE AMAZING JAMES DASHNER!!!!!
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(Years passed and the gladers are still in the maze. Newt is now around 17 and lizzie is around 12) a/n i know the ageing is incorrect but just roll with it! Pic of lizzie (now) below | V
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Lizzie POV I. Am. So. Bored.
I'm sitting in the tree house the builders made for me.
I may as well go and help newt in the gardens....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey newt!"
"hi lizzie."
"Can i help ya?"
"actually i was just about to go and get some food if ya want to come?"
"okay! Will minho and alby be there?"
"of course!"
"Hey flower!" Minho says as i sit infront of him
"hi cupcake," i say in a teasing voice.
"What?" Alby looks at us with a worried look on his face "you guys need some serious help..."
"Its a loooong story!" Minho says.
"Minho? What's it like to be a runner?"
"Its great! But its dangerous kid."
"Newtie?"
"ya only call me that when ya want somthin' what?"
"when I'm old enough, can i be a runner?"
"Absolutely not!"
"I'll be super careful!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"bu-"
"NO lizzie! I'm not going over this with ya! Not now! Not ever!"
"Your not my mum!"
"I'm your flippin' brother!"
"thats not fair!"
"Lizzie! Homestead now!!"
"Uggghhh!!!"
Newt POV She storms off and i sit down not even realising that i got up in the first place. I notice that most of the gladers are staring at us. We have these arguments alot but that doesn't mean that the boys aren't nosy.
"what are you looking at!?" They all look away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lizzie POV Ugh! Even though he's my brother, I really hate him sometimes.
"Liz?"
"what!?" I snap at the person who walked in. I know its not newt because we are the only ones with british accent.
"Are you okay?" Its ben.
"Oh. Hi ben. I'm okay."
"Not for long!" He grabs me and pins me against the wall...
