Hey, guys. Well uhm. This is my first story and I would like to say thanks to any of you who are reading this. Well, none of these characters belong to me. I would like to thank James Dashner for making this possible, after all he did write the book. Please review. I would love to hear what you have to say! Anyway, maybe in the next note I'll have someone from the book to interview. All of you should read my sister's story at ItTicklesLikeCrazy. Anyway, enjoy, have a good life, review, read more stories.
Thomas's pov
Now, after the fact, knowing that I was a "creator", one thing that bothers me a lot is… What am I thinking? Why am I even saying this, let alone writing it down for others? Especially now, (when all three books are done) when I have a new community, a new, plague-free, family? Since I started, I may as well continue, right? It's not like anyone else will read this, right?
Anyway, thinking back, the thing that keeps bothering me is… Not Chuck, my best friend, being killed (in the first book, seriously. I loved that kid!). Not Newt, comic relief and (in my opinion) the truest, most honest, face the facts, it's life, kind of guy (but he did it in the most lovable way), getting the plague and having me shoot him. Not the Cranks. Not Theresa betraying me. Not the dying world. *Not me (!) putting children, children (!) of all people, in a test (!) that could kill them, to try to save that dying world. Not that I did it twice (reference *)!
"So if not any of those horrible things, what?" you ask. "Stop kidding around, and get on with it!" (Or that's what you would be saying if you were reading this.)
Well, what's been keeping me up at night is that Gabby… You remember Gabby? The crazy…person who killed Chuck. I think he also got Griever poisoning? You remember Grievers? (If you don't reread the first book.)
Any who, now that you remember Gabby, what's really been plaguing me (get it?) is that he cussed me out!
You don't remember this? Well he did! Not me specifically, but he cussed out the creators, and now I realize that Theresa and I were the creators.
Following this logic, I should be angry at myself, others I know about, and others that I don't know about. That's beside the point, though.
You still don't remember this? Hmm… Oh, that's write (another terrible joke), it was edited out. It would have taken too much space (about half a page) and the language wasn't appropriate for the audience.
Anyway, I haven't slept in weeks…when I close me eyes I just hear prepubescent shrieks… Sorry, that's from something I found on the old internet (Key of Awesome's parody of Little Things by One Direction. Go to YouTube and look it up).
Theresa's coming. I'll write more later. Bye.
-Thomas (as in Edison or maybe Jefferson)
Thanks for reading. Please review I look forward to reading your comments, and writing more stories with even more bad jokes. No flames please, but constructive criticism is welcome.
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