Hey Shanks! I know it's been a while and I have a new idea I wanna write about. And I've been busy with book series. I am in the middle of the Maze Runner Series and the Twilight book series. And I wanna read the Harry Potter series once I finish those. And school has been biting me in the ass lately so I can't really update that often until this summer. So without a further ado, I give you my latest story.
The New Girl

Thomas P.O.V

Everyone has the day off today as we wait for the new Green bean to show up. I've been here about four years now, and not much has sucking changed other than the fact that the Grievers are meaner than ever.

"What do you think the new Greenie will be like this time? Another who klunks his pants or one who freaks out and makes a run for it?" I ask Minho, letting my curiosity get the best of me. He just shrugs as he practically murders his sandwich. Before I can say anything the alarm goes off telling us the Greenie has finally arrived.

We all gather around the box as we wait for it do the same thing it does every time. The alarm last about five more minutes before Newt pulls the doors open revealing the Greenie. "It's a girl!" Newt yells with confusion and surprise evident in his voice. She lies on the ground fast asleep, allowing all of us to get a good look at her. She has straight dirty blonde hair that goes down to about the middle of her back, plump pinkish-reddish lips, and a lightly hooked nose from what I can tell.

Without any warning she jolts awake and her eyes go wide. She jumps out of the box and runs to the look out, climbing it, not noticing the stairs that lead to the top. Why would they send a girl? My head swims in confusion before Newt tells us to leave her be for a little while. So me and Minho decide to make our rounds in the Maze.

When we get back, the girl is throwing rocks at everyone. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you people?! I already said I don't wanna talk! All I wanna do is get away from all of you slintheads! If you send someone up here, I swear to god I will throw all of you to the grievers!" She yells throwing the rocks even harder. Newt gets a little closer to us, managing to yell, "I don't think she likes us much!"

After twenty more minutes of us getting beat with rocks she stops, and climbs down the way she came. She walks up to Newt and Alby and stares them down. A few seconds pass before she sends a hard slap across both of their faces. "What do you want from me?" She asks in a vicious tone. Alby seems to be having a hard time controlling his anger because he balls his fist up so tight that his knuckles turn white. "What's your name Greenie?" He spits. "Morgan. I swear to God if you call me Greenie one more time, I'll cut off your balls, fry them, make you eat them, and make sure you check your klunk every day until you shit them out." She ̶ Morgan walks off towards the edge of the Glade.

"Who's going talk to her because I shucking can't without going off on the girl." No one volunteers, making Alby continue. "If you are all too afraid to talk to the girl pick someone to!" Newt is the first one to speak up. "Who's personality is she closest to? Send them!" I look at Minho, so does everyone else. He rolls his eyes and head off to find her. "I get tomorrow off for this!" He yells as we all go back to what we were doing.

Minho P.O.V

Why the shuck are they making me do this. Sure the girl is pretty, but she seems mean as shuck. I wonder around in the wooded area until I hear sniffles coming from an area I haven't been to before. I follow the noise through many briers and trees, leading me to the girl.

She sniffles again, and stares at the wall. She starts to sing. The sound is beautiful, like honey. "And if it looks like we were scared to death, like a couple of kids trying to save each other, You should've seen it in color," She sings with in her beautiful tone. I sit down next to her, but she doesn't even notice me. I look her over finally getting a good look at her. She has extremely dark brown eyes, soft looking pinkish-reddish lips, dirty blonde hair that stops at about mid back, a hooked nose, and slightly large ears. She has these white things in her ears that lead down to a small, red, and thin box. "You know I know your sitting there, so leave," she says with a raspy voice, while taking the white things out of her ears.

"No." I state moving closer to her. "Go away Minho!" She says raising her voice a little. "How do you know my name?" I ask getting a little frustrated with this girl. She shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and mumbles something under her breath before she answers, "My memory wasn't erased. I jumped in to save my best friend and before the doors closed I made sure she was out." I look at her in awe, but then the confusion comes in. Why the shuck would this shank get herself sent out here just so someone else wouldn't have to go?

"Can you leave now?" She asks looking away. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask trying to get her attention. "I'm fine." She says looking me in the eye, no emotion evident on her face. I take a deep breath. "You are not shucking alright. Just a second ago it sounded like you were crying. So would you tell me what's sucking wrong before I go back and tell everyone else what you told me." She shakes her head. "Same old stubborn slinthead. You're not gonna let me get up are you?" She says with a small smile on her face. I nod my head slightly, and she begins.

"First of all I'm fine. It's nothing you would understand trust me. And no I'm not talking about my shucking period. You don't have your memories, but I have this gift. I wouldn't call it a gift, more of a curse, but it sucks and I can't get rid of it. I can look at any person, anyone at all, and I will know everything about them. Creepy, I know. I can look at you and instantly know who you liked who your first love was, who your parents were, everything. But I can't tell you about your past unless it involves me somehow. If I do tell you or show you about the parts where I wasn't involved, I would die again…" The girl says trailing off her sentence. "By the way, I know you didn't catch my name. Morgan." The girl ̶ Morgan says sticking her hand out. I shake it only to discover she has a good grip. "Wait, what about dying?" I ask finally registering what she said.

"This gift, it will kill me if I tell you any valuable information about your past that I wasn't involved in. I can't tell you when you what hospital you were born at, or what time. But I can tell you when your birthday is because I was there for many of your parties that you decided to have on your birthday. And by again, I mean again. My heart has stopped beating many times because of this gift. I could show you anyone else's life, including mine, but that's up to me."

I stare in awe at her. "Don't tell the other's. I will probably be punished for telling you, and I don't need it to be worse. If you tell the others, God, only the Lord knows what it'll do to me. Now please leave." I nod my head, not knowing what to do for once, and leave. Whoa, this girl has me shucking amazed.

Hope you guys liked it! This is my first time writing for the Maze Runner Series. I'm a little worried about what y'all will think.