Your Point Of View
I sat cross-legged, staring at the walls. It was early, so early that not even the other Runners were awake, but I didn't care. I was still replaying the nightmare over and over in my head. I let out a sigh and got up, before grabbing my clothes and heading for a shower. I could tell that this would be a long day.
After my shower, I noticed that Frypan and some of the other Gladers were awake, so I headed over and sat next to Minho. He ruffled my hair playfully and I laughed. We spoke to each other for a while before Newt and Gally joined us.
"Morning" I said, yawning.
"Jeez, Y/N, you look rough" Gally gaped, looking worried.
"Erm, thanks?" I scoffed, offended, "I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep"
"You need your sleep if you're going running, you know" Newt commented.
I looked at him and shrugged. I just needed plenty of sugar in my system and I could run for miles.
"I'm all good" I replied, " I promise"
My friends looked unconvinced but didn't say anything else on the matter.
"Oi, you stupid shanks!" Alby shouted from behind us, "Doors open in two minutes, get ready"
Minho and I rolled our eyes at each other and got up from the bench. Frypan handed us both our usual packs - filled with water and sandwiches- and we jogged to the walls. With a deafening bang, the walls opened and we ran into the maze.
***
"Y/N, you shucking idiot, what are you doing?!" Minho yelled.
"Having a drink, you shank!" I replied bitterly. "Is there a problem?"
"
No, just hurry" he answered. "I need food!"
I smirked and threw him my last sandwich, which he gratefully bit into. I put my water back in my pack and began running again. We soon arrived back at the Glade, being greeted by our fellow Gladers. Ignoring them all, I sat down at a bench and wolfed down the bowl of stew that had been left for me.
"New Greenie tomorrow" Newt said, sitting beside me.
"Mm-hmm" I hummed, unable to speak due to your mouthful of food.
He laughed. "So, you're hungry then?"
I swallowed. "Yes, very hungry. And tired. And thirsty, actually."
"Is there anything you're not?" he smirked.
"Dead?" I replied, proudly.
Newt's smirk vanished. "Excuse me, Y/N, but I have somewhere to be."
And with that, he walked away, leaving me alone at the table.
