Hello, it's me, Iggie. Tris and I are back with the whole Christmas countdown thing and this time 'round it's Maze Runner drabbles and carols. This is our first one and it's Silver Bells.
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks.
Dressed in holiday style
In the air
There's a feeling
of Christmas
Children laughing
People passing
Meeting smile after smile
and on every street corner you'll hear
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas day
Strings of street lights
Even stop lights
Blink a bright red and green
As the shoppers rush
Home with their treasures
Hear the snow crunch
See the kids bunch
This is Santa's big scene
And above all this bustle
You'll hear
Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas day
It seemed like thousands of years ago that people would have sung such carols, Newt found himself thinking as he stared out at the masses of people. All of these people seemed to cheerful and so ready to never age again and exist solely in this immense heaven that they found themselves within.
Personally, Newt couldn't blame them. Had he just been the average person a hundred years back he was sure that he, too, would be more than happy to spend hours travelling around London in a warm coat as snow covered the ground.
These people hadn't seen the way the world was when Newt had lived in it. They hadn't seen the grievers or the bulb monsters in the Scorch. They didn't understand the process of turning from human to monster.
They weren't damaged, not like Newt was.
A warm arm wrapped around the blond boy's shoulders and the tall Glader found himself glancing over at the other sandy-haired boy.
Thomas.
Tommy.
"Hey, Newt," the green-eyed boy greeted. "You ready to head out?"
Newt glanced back at the hoards of people gliding around the immense Eyeskate Rink.
"As I'll ever be," Newt grinned back.