Hey! So I'm just trying this out, I don't know how this going to go, but I thought I'd give it a whirl. Please let me know what you think! I don't own anything that is Maze Runner, only my lovely character Elizabeth. Just so you guys know she was named after Elizabeth Cady Stanton.

Light. Bright. Radiant. Unforgiving. That is the first thing I remember from the Glade, not the ride up, actually the ride up I spent slumped on the floor of the lift, unconscious. I'd just laid there, as someone jumped down into the lift, crouching, starring, like they'd never seen a girl in their life. At the time I hadn't known, those boys hadn't seen a girl, ever. I'd barely looked up when he'd stuck his hand out, thousands of questions swirled around in my mind. What happened? What was I doing here? Why was I here? Why could I remember, without really remembering? Why could I only remember my name? I barely comprehended what was happening around me, even when the boy grasped my hand and pulled me to my feet. After that I don't really know what happened, I was out of the box standing amongst a large group of boys. That's when the panic set in. My breaths came in short gasps, and I kept looking around, clutching my chest while my head whipped around wildly looking for an exit.

As I panicked, I noticed that we stood in an open field, enclosed with four large stone walls. I needed an exit. I kept looking around until I found an opening in the walls. That was my exit. Without a second thought, I ran. And I ran. I could hear the protests behind me, but chose to ignore them. Next thing I know, I'm on the ground, with arms wrapped around my waist stopping me from going anywhere else. The sound of my heart beat is all I can hear. Struggling, I grasped handfuls of grass trying to pull myself out from under the boy who'd knocked me down. I'd barely had a chance to attempt my escape before someone was grabbing my arms lifting me off the ground. Wide eyed, I watched the boy holding me in place say things, not hearing any of it. In a rush, everything came back at once, sound, feelings, pain.

"Greenie! Are you listening?!" His voice came out harsh and loud. Blinking innocently, I stared up at the dark skinned boy, doe eyed and confused. Who was greenie? "Greenie?" He seemed confused by my silence. From the corner of my eye, I could tell all the boys that had been previously standing by that box were now circling around us.

The dark skinned boy kept a grip on my arm, I'm assuming in case I decided to make a run for it. "Everybody get back to work!" Some grumbling could be heard from some of the boys as they dispersed. After that, the boy holding my arm began dragging me across the open field, towards a rudimentary concrete cube. I watched him open the door, before shoving me in. "You're staying in here until you won't run anymore." With that he slammed the door shut, locking it, and walked away. I sat on the hard ground, bringing my knees up to my chest confused and hurt that he would put me in this concrete cube.

Tears pricked at my eyes the longer I sat in, what I had come to the conclusion must be a jail. It must have been a few hours, before someone came around. Dark brown eyes peered down at me through the small rectangular window in the door. Wiping the tears out of my eyes, I looked at him, sniffling, hoping he would let me out of this grungy cell.

"If I let you out, will you promise me not to bloody run off again?" I simply nodded, standing, before stepping closer to the door, listening to the lock jiggle. He swung the door open, motioning for me to step out. Timidly, I walked out and looked at the boy who let me out. It wasn't the same boy as earlier. This one was tall, lean, but still muscular, with dirty blonde hair he couldn't have been older than sixteen. A blush crept up my neck, when I realized I had been staring at him for too long. I averted my eyes, tucking a stray strand of hair that had fallen in my face, behind my ear. A few seconds we'd fallen into step, I starred at the ground, holding my stomach, my arms being the only things keeping me from breaking down. We walked for some time, not once did I look up, I could feel blondie's eyes on me, watching my every move, and it didn't bother me as it should.

"You know, you're not like any of the other greenie's we've had so far." Surprised, I looked up smiling slightly. "The others are normally asking millions of questions, crying, or have klunked their pants by this point." Klunked? What the heck did that mean? I gave him a questioning look, only to receive a cute smirk and raised eyebrows. Embarrassed, I looked at the ground again. "Anyway, I'm Newt." He stuck his hand out for me to grasp. I looked at the sheer size of it surprised at how large it was. Shyly I reached out and clasped it giving a slight shake. My small hand was barely half the size of his.

"Isn't newt a lizard?" I watched blondie do a double take, as if he hadn't quite heard what I'd said.

"You don't say a bloody thing for hours and that's what you choose to say?" He shook his head with a smile of disbelief resting on his face. A chuckle escaped his lips; in turn a mousy laugh left my throat, surprising Newt and myself. Slowly, I reached up softly touching my lips, smiling to myself.

With that, Newt smiled and explained what the glade was, the rules of the glade, what jobs there was, and that I'd have to go through all the jobs to figure out which I would be best suited for. He'd explained how the slicers take care of the livestock and slaughter them for food and that the sloppers were the leftovers who didn't fit in anywhere. Builders built and upgraded the building like the homestead, while the bricknicks dealt with the repairs. The med-jacks were the doctors and the track-hoes worked in the gardens, while the cooks prepared the meals. Then there were the baggers who were the guards and also dealt with the dead bodies. Finally, there were the runners, the ones who went out in the maze and mapped it out. Newt had explained to me that they were the only ones allowed in the maze, remember that opening in the wall that I'd made a dash for earlier; well that was the entrance to the maze. Not even knowing I had almost broken one of the three rules of the glade. The first rule had been everyone does their part, no slacking. After that you never hurt another glader, which I didn't think would be much of a problem for me comparing my size to the size of the boys in the glade and last never go outside of the maze, unless you were a runner. I knew I wouldn't be a slicer; the thought of killing an animal repulsed me. And the more I thought on in the more I knew I wouldn't fit in with most of the jobs he'd listed, I wasn't exactly very strong so builders and bricknicks were out of the question, same with bagger. From what I could remember I didn't know anything about cooking so cooks was most likely out of the question.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized Newt was trying to get my attention, until I felt him grab my shoulder. Startled, I looked up at the blond boy. "Do you think you can go find Alby?" The confusion was evident on my face, "He's the guy from earlier, you know, the one who put you in the slammer earlier?" Nodding, I looked around for Alby, finally spotting him next to the homestead talking with another dark skinned boy. I looked up at Newt and smiled slightly before walking of giving him a small wave. As I walked over to where Alby was standing I finally really took a look around me, and noticed most boys kept stealing glances at me. It must be hard to grasp a girl in the glade when so far they'd only had boys come up in the box.

Once I'd found Alby, he'd shown me to a room in the homestead that would be mine, and mine alone. Alby had explained to me that none of the boys would bother me, and that tomorrow morning I'd have to report to Winston, the keeper of the slicers, to try out for my first job in the glade. With that, Alby left me to my own devices until supper time. I waited for him to leave before looking around my new room. It was small, with a bed against the far wall, with a small dresser across from it, by the door. There was a window on the right wall, looking out on the glade. Calmly, I made my way over to the window and looked around. The first thing I noticed was that everyone was busy at work; I could see Newt in the gardens crouched down, working with another blond boy. I looked around a bit more and noticed the dark skinned boy Alby had been talking to earlier working away in the kitchen. Out in the middle of the field, next to the box, Alby stood talking with a few other boys whom I hadn't seen before, not that I would really remember any of them. I looked around some more before my eyes fell on Newt once more. A soft smile spread across my lips as I watched him smile and laugh with the other boy. There was something about him, it felt like I had met him before, but I couldn't quite place it.

It had been bothering me all day, the fact that I could remember, but couldn't exactly remember. I could remember how to tie my hair in a braid but couldn't remember who had taught me, things like that. I remembered things, but couldn't remember how I knew them, and it frustrated me to no end. Why was I here? Why couldn't I remember who I was, and what I looked like? Why was I the only girl in a group of boys? I'd been so preoccupied with my thoughts that I hadn't noticed everyone was making their way to the dinner hall to eat.

Knock. Knock.

Not bothering to look over, I stared blankly out at the field, watching the maze doors close surprised that it was even possible for them to close.

"Oi! Greenie! Are you coming for dinner?" My head snapped to the side, to see Newt standing in the doorway of my room. The corner of my lips quirked up when I saw him, and I made my way over to him indicating that I would follow him. We didn't say a word to one another as we made our way to the line for food. By now most boys had already grabbed their supper, so the wait wasn't long but that meant they were all sitting, starring and whispering as I walked by. Quietly, I followed Newt to a table where Alby was already seated along with another boy. He was an Asian boy with short black hair with rather large arms, he was quite intimidating. Newt sat by the Asian boy, while I took a seat next to Alby. I looked over at him and gave him a small smile.

"So this is the Greenie everyone's been yammering about?" Looking down at my food, I blushed as he spoke about me. "She's pretty." My eyes grew wide at the unexpected comment from the boy I knew nothing about. I let my hair fall around my face creating a barrier between myself and the world around me. I heard a grunt and Newt telling someone to stop it. "I'm Minho. So what's your name Greenbean?" No one had asked me that, which was surprising. I looked up, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"My name is Elizabeth." My voice barely reached my own ears, so it astounded me that the boys had even heard it.

"So she speaks!" Alby's voice came from my left, sounding flabbergasted.

"Ezzie it is!" Startled, I looked up at Minho. Was that supposed to be my name shortened? Minho winked at me, and went back to eating his stew. By that point I must have been dark red from all the blushing. I took a bite of stew trying to ignore the looks I was getting from the three boys sitting around me. After a few minutes, the boys went back to talking amongst themselves, looking at me every once in a while trying to get me to partake in the conversation.

After Alby left, another boy came and sat down beside me, this one was just as tall as Alby with dark black hair, and green eyes, but what was most noticeable was his nose, it looked like a potato sat in the middle of his face. Discreetly I tried to scoot myself further away from him, uncomfortable with the close proximity. Newt glared at the boy sitting next to me, "What do you want?"

"Just came to get a close up of the greenie." He sneered. I locked eyes with Newt worried. Newt gave me slight nod, saying it was alright, that the new arrival meant no harm.

"Well shank you got what you wanted, get lost." Shank? What did that mean? I looked at Minho questionably. "What does that mean?" My voice stopped the glaring contest happening between the boys. Newt gave me sweet smile, while Minho smirked; I looked between the two and gave them a nervous smile. I averted my eyes looking back down at my bowl to see it was still mostly full; it didn't surprise me to see I'd barely eaten my supper.

The new boy scoffed and explained, "It's glader slang, don't worry about it, you'll learn." I simply nodded not really understanding. Feeling uncomfortable under their gaze, I stood with my food, walking to the spot where the others had left their empty dishes, before walking off.

Walking around I looked up at the sky watching it darken. It didn't look like it was real, almost as if someone had made a hologram of the sky. I had been so preoccupied with the fake sky that when trees came into my view I was confused. Looking around, I took in my surroundings and smiled. It felt so serene, the stillness, how quiet it was. I sat down at the bottom of a tree, tucked my legs up to my chest and sighed, that's when the first tears escaped. What had I done to deserve this? Why? And then there were more tears and some sniffling. Wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands, I stood, and made my way out of the woods, noticing a light by the kitchens. The closer I got I realized that the light was a fire and it looked like most of the boys, if not all of them, were standing around the fire, chatting.

"There she is!" Minho yelled, as he made his way over to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder. He led me to the fire, where the boys were waiting. As we got closer, the boys started cheering. Flushing, I searched the crowd for Newt. When my eyes finally landed on him I flinched. Was he glaring at me? No, not at me. I looked up at Minho and realized he still had his arm around me. Grabbing his arm, I step away from him and made my way over to Newt.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked up at him, smiling slightly, "Hi."

"Hi greenie." A smile light up his face as he starred down at me. "Enjoying your party?"

"My party?"

"Of course, we have one for all the greenies." Alby walked up to us, smiling, or what I would assume was a smile for the ever sour faced Alby. Finally, Newt looked down at the drink in his hand and extended it out to me. Curious, I reached out and grabbed it bringing it to my lips, taking a gulp. I swear, I tried to swallow it, I really did, but I just couldn't. The burning sensation filled my mouth followed by the fowl taste of the bitter liquid. Turning away from the boys in a rush, I spit the liquid out, coughing loudly. My actions brought on a fit of laughter from the two older boys. I rubbed my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to get rid of the taste.

"Wha- what is that?" My voice was hoarse from the repulsive taste of the drink.

"Not sure, it's Gally's super, secret recipe." Newt shrugged, as I handed him his drink back. I watched him take a long swig of the brown liquid. He didn't even cringe; he drank it like it was nothing! Let's say I was more than impressed with him. By now Alby had walked off and it was just Newt and I.

Newt motioned for me to sit on the ground by a log. Without hesitation, I sat on the ground, quickly followed by Newt. I looked over at him, surprised at how close he was sitting, but unlike earlier with the dark haired boy at dinner, it didn't make me uncomfortable. The thought made me smile, and blush, a lot. I looked down at my hands in my lap, playing with my fingers.

"How was your first day greenie?" His accent more pronounced then it had previously been, or maybe I hadn't been paying attention, that's why I hadn't realized he had one. Shrugging, I looked over at him and tried to smile but couldn't bring myself to do so.

"Newt."

"Yeah?"

"Why are we here? What did we do to deserve this?" A tear fell from my lash, quickly wiped it away before looking over at Newt once more.

"I don't know." With a stiff nod, I pushed myself of the ground, and stood, walking away from the blond boy with the pretty brown eyes.