I didn't get to tell Newt what Noona meant.

I decided to shake it off. It was probably a dream. I was probably sick. That's what Jeff told me.

The next few days were uneventful. Dull and boring.

The only interesting thing that happened was I found two blanks books. One of them I used to write new information in, such as information about Grievers. The other I used as a diary, although you would know that, as you're currently reading it.

I was in the middle of building myself a hut (obviously I can't sleep with the other Gladers. They're all males) when Newt called me down.

"I was trying to thatch my roof" I said brushing the dirt off my pants. Newt gave me a small smile. "Follow me, thatcher"

He lead me to the wall with all the Gladers names on it and handed me a dagger. "Sign your name. You're officially a Glader"

I took the dagger and looked at the wall. Where should I sign.

I guess Newt could tell what I was thinking because he pointed at a blank space beneath his name. "Sign here"

It was a decent space.

I inhaled and started to carve my name as neatly as possible. It was quite feminine, considering the letters were nearly cursive and I took an extra five minutes to make sure that my letters weren't rough.

Newt laughed when he saw my finished product. "Perfectionist, aren't you, love?"

I scoffed and handed him the dagger. "I have to get back to thatching my roof"

He pushed the dagger back. "Keep it. You seem pretty defenceless"

~o~

About three weeks passed.

I spent most of my time with Newt. In the beginning, it was fun. He showed me things. We goofed off. Slowly, things started getting dull. He went into the maze more often. I started getting more hot headed.

I avoided Minho. I couldn't get the dream out of my head. But it was just that; a dream. Being called Unnie doesn't mean I'm actually his Unnie.

I was bored out of my mind. There was absolutely nothing to do in the Glade. Nothing to record in my data book. Nothing to write about in my diary.

I've taken a couple looks into the maze a couple times, but I've never stepped inside of it. Although, I really wanted to.

One day, while we were gardening, I decided to ask Newt about his position. "How did you get chosen to be a runner?"

He looked up at me. "Why? Are you considering being a runner?" I shrugged. "It seems better. You know, running around in the maze. I'd rather do something adventurous than stay in here for the rest of my life."

Newt shoved his shovel into the ground and gave me a serious look. "You've only been here three weeks. If you can't survive three weeks, you're not going to be able to handle the future. I've been here nearly three years and you've already complained more than me. Learn to live with it" "You didn't answer my question" He groaned. "You're not going to get chosen. Why would Alby let a girl, the only girl I might add, into the maze?"

I looked at the maze doors. Minho and Ben entered the Glade at a steady running pace. I wonder how fast they can run. I looked at Newt. I wonder how fast he can run.

"It's getting late. We should probably go and get dinner" said Newt.

I didn't eat dinner that night. I put it in my bag. This has been going on for a while now. Luckily the food hasn't gone bad yet.

Tomorrows the day. I'm going into the maze. I don't care what anyone else says. Some might see me as ungrateful. After all, they saved me. I should stay and help them. But I don't belong here. I should've died in the maze. Maybe going back in will make things go back to normal.

~o~

I woke up earlier than usual. The sun was hardly out, so it was still quite dark.

I gathered my things and left my hut.

The maze should be opening soon. Hopefully no one will wake up.

There was a loud screeching sound as the maze opened.

I bit my lip. What was I feeling? Fear? Excitement? Guilt? Whatever it was, I loved the rush.

I cracked my neck and was about to run when someone grabbed my hand. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

I let out a frustrated groan. Why did he have to catch me, out of all people. I turned to face the blonde British boy.

"Why are you so persistent" he said with a raised voice. "You'll die out there. And plus, you don't know the way around"

I scoffed. Yes I do. I've seen Minho's model of the maze. I've drawn a copy in my data book. I've memorized most of it already. "Newt, just let me go"

"Why the bloody hell would I let you go into the maze. You're not even a runner" "Look. I'm not sure if you noticed but I'm not supposed to be here. I was dropped in the maze for a reason. I should've died in the maze. I was supposed to be eaten by the Griever. You weren't supposed to find me. The creators want me gone. Leaving would be better. There shouldn't be any females here, and yet I'm standing in the Glade. I'm a mistake"

Newt stared at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. His expression was somewhat shocked. "How much have you rehearsed that"

I smiled. "So, can I leave or not?" Newt sighed. "Theres no stopping you, is there?" I shook my head. "Fine. If I can't stop you, I'll go with you"

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" Newt shrugged. "Why not? I'm a runner. I know the maze better than you. And I can get us back before the maze closes. Now, let's go before anyone sees us. Make sure to keep up, okay?"

I couldn't believe it. But I wasn't rejecting the offer. I nodded.

I followed him into the maze.

We were jogging at a steady pace. Contrary to my tiny, slim body, I was actually quite fit. I tried my hardest to add cardio to my everyday schedule.

"So" said Newt jogging beside me. "Where exactly do you want to go?" "The spot you found me at"

He looked at me. "Why. I bet theres still guts there" "Exactly" "Okay, you're a odd girl"

I laughed. "I just want to see the Grievers organs" I stopped jogging "Oh my god. You're right. That sounded disgusting"

~o~

By the time we reached our destination, the sun was high in the sky. It was probably around 3.

We should've reached our destination at 10 A.M, but I wanted to explore the maze, and Newt kept on losing me.

I looked at the now-dried blood. I knelt down next to it and examined it.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Estelle?" said Newt slightly disgusted by the sight. "I want to get out of here as soon as possible. I don't want anyone to notice that you're gone"

"I just want to figure something out" I said. "Do you know if there are any Griever corpses in the maze?"

"Thankfully no, not that I know of" said Newt. He kneeled down next to me. "What exactly do you want to figure out?"

"I want to find out if Grievers are actually living things. I'm not 100% sure if this blood is theirs. I remember how they look, and they don't look natural at all" I opened my data book and flipped to the section I made for Grievers. I had drawn a picture of a Griever, or at least how I remember it.

Newt whistled. "You got some talent, don't you, love?"

I let out a small laugh. "Thanks. But back to the Grievers. If you look at their legs, you can clearly tell that they're mechanical. I've been thinking about this a lot recently and I made two hypothesis'. The first one is that the specific Griever that ate me had prosthetic legs. But judging by their violent nature, I doubt anyone would want to give one prosthetic legs. My second hypothesis is that the creators that put us here also made the Grievers and placed them in the maze. For what reason, I currently have no idea"

"Okay" said Newt. "Say that the creators made the Grievers. What would they be made from?"

I didn't have enough time to answer as we heard footsteps approaching, as well as voices.

"Shit" said Newt. He motioned for me to stand up and follow him. We ran. Just as we turned, Minho and Alby appeared.

Newt placed a finger over his lips, telling me to be silent.

"What did you want to look at this for" asked Alby. "You already 'examined it' two weeks ago" "Maybe theres something I didn't see. You can never be too sure" Minho replied.

Newt took my arm and we silently ran as far as we could.

When we were far out of ear shot, Newt looked at his watch. "I think we should start heading back now. The doors will be closing in an hour or so"

I looked at his watch. 5 P.M. Already? How long have we been in here?

I opened my data book and wrote down the following.

Grievers seem to have internal organs. This means that they are, in fact, living things. Or they should be. They have mechanical features to them. Some are placed inside the Griever, and some are placed outside. It is currently unknown how they came to be.

I sighed. "Grievers only come out at night, right?" Newt raised an eyebrow. "Yes. If not, we would all be dead. Why?" I shrugged. "No reason"

He gave me a suspicious look. "Alright then" He didn't sound too sure. "Let's get back to the Glade. Make sure no one sees you when you enter, alright?"

~o~

"Hurry up Newt!" I yelled. It was getting way too late. The doors would be closing any minute.

He caught up to me. "This is all your fault! We shouldn't have stopped to look at the corpse"

While we were on our way to the doors, we found a Grievers corpse. Obviously I stopped to look at it. I ended up spending more time there than I would've liked.

"You could've told me that I spent like 40 minutes there!"

He let out a frustrated groan. We turned the corner and saw the doors closing. It seems no one knew we were gone, because there was no crowd. "Run!"

We ran for our lives in the most literal sense. We were going to make it. We just needed to squeeze throu-

My thoughts were interrupted by a pounding in my head. I fell to my knees in pain. Newt didn't seem to notice. I gasped for air. What the hell is this. Why does this always happen at the worst times.

I couldn't stand. My legs were weak. I couldn't think. My head was pounding. I couldn't breathe. The air was being sucked out of my lungs.

I looked up and saw Newt squeeze through the doors. Thats when he realized that I wasn't behind him. He turned and saw me on the ground.

"ESTELLE"

That was the last thing I heard before the doors closed.

I was trapped in here.

I was going to die.