"Wake up." A pair of arms shook her viguorously, and her eyes began to flutter open, the bright light from the door that is open shining into the slammer, she propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes adjusting to the light before she saw Newt kneeling down infront of her. "Come on, you're going to miss breakfast." Newt stood up after he spoke and walked out of the slammer. She stood up after him and followed him out of the slammer. While they both were walking, she seemed to notice his slight limp, and because she was curious, she decided to ask how he got it. "How did you get that limp?" She turned her eyes to where they were heading, the boys becoming clearer to her. Newt hesitated, and she immediately regretted asking the question. "Sorry, if it's too personal, I'll let it go." Newt again, hesitated, before speaking himself. "Yeah, it's bloody personal." They didn't speak at all after that.
She lined up behind all the other Gladers for her breakfast, boys leaving with plates of food. A few boys wouldn't stop looking at her, but the dark skinned boy, which she heard him being called Alby, told them to stop making her so uncomfortable. "After you eat, come see me. We have some things to discuss." Alby told her, which he made it a demand, not a choice. His face then disappeared to a table.
"So you're the girl not in a coma, right?" Frypan said as he saw her, handing her a plate of food. She half smiles, and nods. "Yep, that's me." She had no idea about the girl in the coma, or the boy named Thomas that everyone was talking about, thinking she had something to do with them, and she didn't. Maria took her plate of food and searched around the tables of people sitting and eating, her eyes landing on Newt, sat by a boy with dark brown hair and another boy with curly brown hair. She made her way over to the table, "Hey Newt, can I sit here?" She didn't know if he was mad at her for the question she asked him earlier, but he was still the only person she kind-of felt comfortable with. He looked up at her and nodded, "Of course." She slid down on the seat next to him, starting to eat. "This is Thomas, and that is Chuck." Newt pointed to Thomas first, then Chuck. They both gave her a smile, holding both their hands out to her, and she gladly shook them.
Once she had finished her meal, she made her way to find Alby. He said to come see him, but where was he? She had no idea where she was in this place. "Hey, come on." She spun her body around to find a smiling Alby, gesturing she follow him. "Have you remembered your name yet?" Alby asked, and she thought for a moment. Maria. "Maria." The word slipped out of her mouth. Her pace fastened up to catch up with him, and they walked around the Glade. Alby told her about how every night, the doors close and the Grievers come out. How no one has ever survived a night in the maze, until, Thomas came. How everyone has jobs, things they do each day to survive. How a greenie comes up in the box every month, but three in every two days isn't common. How supplies come up in the box, also. All these things finally answered most of her questions. The rest Alby didn't know much of. "What are you good at? Cooking, building, gardening, slicering, helping people who are sick or injured?" She thought for a few minutes. She knew cooking didn't sound too great for her. Runner. You're good at running, Maria. A voice shouts into her mind and she shakes her head, a runner? What's a runner? "A runner." Those words didn't come out of her. She did not speak those words. Alby chuckles. "A runner? No. That's not an option. You have to be here for a certain amount of time to be a runner." She sighed. Good, she didn't know what came over her. Since she had no idea what she wanted to do, Alby decided to let her try out each job, starting tomorrow.
For the rest of the day, Maria mindlessly wandered around the Glade. She wanted to explore it, but Gally quickly stopped her. "Don't think about going beyond those doors again, shuck face." He said straight to her face, and she shook her head. Why was he treating her this way? She had done absolutely nothing to him. "I won't, I promise. I just want to explore a bit." She spoke, looking anywhere but his fierce eyes that seemed to stare right into her. She didn't particuarly hate Gally, but she didn't like him either. He may have reasons to his anger. "It'd probably be best if you stayed close by." He didn't wait for her to respond, just walked past her, hitting her shoulder hard with his, pain rushing through her shoulder and she clutched it, and now there is probably a bruise. Yep, now I dislike him. She thought.