DISCLAIMER- all of these ideas are the wonderful JAMES DASHNERs. i am not capable of coming up with such a great book idea. i only own willow:) hope you enjoy

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authors note- by this time in the story willow has moved out of newts room and is sleeping where all of the others are. it would be kind of confusing if i didn't tell you this for the beginning of this chapter.

I was woken up by someone poking my cheek. I opened my eyes and almost screamed because Thomas had his face hovering right over mine.

"What are you doing?" I said with a scowl on my face.

"Sorry I didn't know that you would wake up!" He had a look of fear in his eyes.

I sat up and doubled over in laughter. His eyes softened and he started to giggle with me.

"Why did you do that anyway if you didn't want to wake me?" I asked in between breaths.

"Chuck told me to." He said with a grin and pointed to a tree nearby. Chuck came out from behind the tree laughing so hard he almost started to cry.

The wake up was normal other than the prank with Thomas. The runners went out accompanied by Alby. Today Alby and Minho were going out to look at the dead griever.

Today's job was the cook so I got to hang out with Frypan all day. This shouldn't be to bad. I thought. You know I haven't seen Gally lately. The kid wasn't to bad until he got mad, and sometimes he could be kind of a creep.

As the day went on I helped Frypan make breakfast and lunch. We talked and made a good friendship. He might be one of my favorite people in the Glade. Of course except Chuck and maybe Thomas.

We finished up the sandwiches for dinner and Frypan released me to do what ever I pleased until dinner.

I headed out of the kitchen and walked toward the homestead in the search of someone to talk to.

I decided to go and sit on a bench right on the edge of the deadheads. I layed down and looked up into the leaves of the over hanging trees.

I heard someone approaching me but I didn't bother to turn my head to see who it was.

"Hey mind if I sit with you?" A husky voice said, they cleared their throat right afterwards.

I looked sideways to see Gally standing there looking down at me with eager eyes.

"Um sure" I said with a questioning tone.

I swung my legs down to give him somewhere to sit. He plopped down and gave me a smile. I giggled from this odd behavior of Gally.

"What?" He looked at me with his eyebrows pulled in and his eye laced with anger?

"Nothing your just funny sometimes." His eyes seemed to cool down once what I said did no harm.

"Well I get told that a lot. " He said with a smirk on his face and put his arms behind his head.

"From who?" I laughed

"That's not that important. " He looked over at me and smiled.

"Ok whatever." I rolled my eyes

"So what was your job today greenie?"

"Oh I worked with Frypan today in the kitchen." I replied

"Oh yeah? Really nice guy. How did you like it?"

"It was so much fun! He might be my favorite person in the glade!" I laughed

His face dropped and he raised his eyebrows.

"What?" I asked confused with his reaction.

"See you around Willow." He huffed and got up and walked away.

What the heck was that?! Did he seriously just get mad at me because I said Frypan was my favorite? This was the first actual conversation with him!

It was getting darker out and the doors where about to close. I was still on my bench outside of the deadheads. I noticed a group of gladers had gathered around one of the door openings.

I had nothing better to do so I headed over to see what was happening. I pushed my way to the front of he crowed to be standing by Newt, Chuck, Thomas, and Frypan.

"Hey what's going on?" I turned to Newt. He looked at me with a crease in his forehead and his eyes full of worry and fear.

"They aren't back yet." The words hit me like a wave. Minho and Alby aren't back yet. The doors where going to close any minute. I was speechless.

"Can't we send someone out there to search for them?" Thomas said. Newt sent him daggers for saying such a thing.

"No Tommy. We can't risk losing anymore people. " Newt replied with a deeper crease carving into his forehead.

The walls started to rumble shut for the night. The air seemed to be stretched even farther with tension. We knew that they had to be dead.

"Look! There they are!" Someone screamed from the crowd. As I looked back into the maze I could see Minho dragging Alby down the long corridor. There is something wrong. There is no way they are going to make it.

We all yelled words of encouragement but there was no use. At the last second I saw Thomas flinch next to me. I reached out to keep him in the Glade, but it was to late and he was gone. The echos of our yells at Thomas bounced back at us as the doors closed.

"How could he be so stupid!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Everyone was staring at me but I didn't care. I just lost one of the closest people I have gotten to in the glade.

Everyone scattered and headed for dinner while I stayed at the door beginning to cry.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around expecting it to be Chuck and wiped a tear off my cheek to find it was Gally.

"Are you crying?" I expected him to start making fun of me. But his eyes where laced with concern. I nodded my head in response. I looked down out of embarrassment of Gally seeing me cry. He will never let me hear the end of this.

"Look at me Willow" I looked at him with tears coating my eyes.

"I know it's hard but it will be okay." I nodded tears treating to spill out of my eyes.

He pulled me into a hug which surprised me the most of everything that happened that day. I sat and had a good cry with Gally watching me the whole time. We headed to dinner and I went to bed thinking of how nice Gally was comforting me and grieving my dead friends.