The Maze Runner Imagines

-rambling

You and your fellow glader where just rescued from the Maze. You were laying on bunk bed while the other laid on theirs.

"It doesn't make sense" you commented laying where half your body was hanging upside down off the bed.

"What doesnt?" Minho asked you.

"Our so called labels, ya know like Thomas his is A2 to be killed by group b, pretty self explanatory, sorry about that by the way T. Then yours-Minho- is A7 the leader okay so your the leader, duh. Newt A5 the glue pretty obvious he's the one that holds us all together. They all make sense except mine! A4 pretty girl, what is that suppose to mean! What is my purpose?! Do I even-"

"Y/N!" Thomas yelled your name making you shut up. "Your rambling"

"Im not rambling, you couldn't prove that either I am simply talking about intellectual-"

"Your not rambling?" Newt teased.

"Okay sorry! Y'all know I ramble when I'm nervous, like how can I not here this silence and I have this feeling like I need to fill it. Silence should never be there just like-" you were hit in the face with pillows.

"Shut up!" They yelled laughing.