Hi! So I know Group B. is supposed to be about the same compared to Group A, but I really wondered why no one wrote a story on everything that went on.

I might have some trouble with names, and I'll probably make up a few, but this will be a teeny bit different than The Maze Runner. I'm also experimenting, so you'll either never see me again, or you'll see the rest of the story!

I hope you enjoy!

~*~ Htgr8 ~*

Chapter 1

She awoke as a new eerie calm settled over. She had been given a new beginning. She was lying on something cold, flat. She could smell the dusty air; it was almost smoggy in a way. Whatever she was laying on lurched with such a force that it made the girl's stomach reel. Her fingers shot towards her head. They were tangled in her long brown hair. Her head pounded with every movement that this "box" gave. Her fingernails dug into her scalp.

My name is Rachel... she thought over and over, as if she needed to cling to reality.

Yet, that was the only thing that Rachel could remember. She could remember places and things, but she could not actually place them.

The room halted with such a jerk that Rachel's head throb yet again. She waited, one... two... and the room stayed still with every second.

Rachel scrambled up to her feet and pounded on the box. She screamed and yelled for help, but nothing came. She eventually returned to the corner in a huddled position.

"Someone...help...me" each scream ripping her throat raw

A loud clank rang above her; she sucked in a started breath and looked up. A shaft of light appeared across the celling. Rachel watched as it expanded with a loud grating sound that revealed double sliding doors being forced open. After so long in the darkness, the light stabbed her eyes.

She heard noises above-voices- and fear almost overtook her.

"Look at that stick"

"How old is she?"

"Looks like a clonk in a T-shirt"

"You're the clonk shruck-face"

"It smells like armpits down there!"

"Hope you enjoyed the one-way trip, noob"

"There ain't no ticket back"

Rachel was confused and panic arose in her chest. The voices sounded off, almost like an echo. She didn't recognize some of the words, but some felt familiar. She squinted towards the light, puzzed by what she saw.

They were all girls, just like her. Some looked older, yet some were younger. She didn't know exactly what she expected from the group, but they were just teenagers! Kids! Some of her fear fizzled away, but not a lot.

Someone lowered a rope to her, the end of it tied into a loop. Rachel hesitated, but then abruptly stepped onto it with her left foot and clutched the rope as she was yanked toward the sky. Hands reached down, lots of hands, grapping her by the clothes, pulling her up. The world seemed to spin, a swirling mist of faces and color, and light. A storm of emotion wrenched her gut. She wanted to scream, cry, or maybe throw up.

The voices of the girls had grown silent, but someone spoke as they yanked her over and out of the dark box. And Rachel knew she'd never forget those nine words

"Nice to meet ya, stick" the girl said "Welcome to the Glade"

So honestly, I didn't really know what to do.

I did use some parts from the book, but a lot I made up on my own.

If this goes over well, then I'll see you for another chapter.

If not, then I'll see ya later shanks!

I do not own the Maze Runner, that shuckin' good book belongs to James Dashner

~*~ Htgr8 ~*

P.S. Please review if you want more!

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