I awoke quite gracefully that morning; if rolling off of the bed after being waked up by Minho counts. I groaned, clutching at my stomach as I got up, rubbing it absentmindedly as I got dressed. Today I was going to be a Runner, which I was excited and nervous about. I was okay at running for the most part, but I got tired easily, which probably wouldn't help, since I'd be running ALL day.

I did okay with the Med-Jacks, except for the fact that I hate blood, and I nearly passed out on Clint. I was a pretty decent cook, I could make bacon, soup, pancakes, and sandwiches, which I guess was okay for someone who had lost their memories from their past. I sucked as a Track-hoe, and Zart probably didn't want me stealing food again. I won't be a Builder, since all Gally made me do was carry wood, and Newt said he would Alby to not put me there. Yay! Not Bricknicks, I would hopefully not get a Slopper job, and I've still got to run. Talk about a tiring week, yeah?

Since it seemed pretty warm outside I replaced my sleep shirt with a black tank-top, putting on jean shorts and boots, and I put my hair up into a messy bun, praying it wouldn't fall out during the run. Gosh, if only there were mirrors here, then I could actually see how I looked for once. All I know is that I'm tan with wavy brown hair. Whoopee.

I stepped outside and jogged towards the Kitchen knowing that I would have to stretch with Minho and grab gear before I went out. I stepped in, greeted by a very positive looking Frypan who handed me a plate of breakfast and a lunch bag for when I'm running.

"Thanks God, your so considerate." I said, sarcasm practically dripping from each word. He just laughed and shooed me away.

I saw Minho and Ben sitting at the farthest table with Newt and Alby, probably talking about what he and I are doing today.

I scooted in between Alby and Newt, who seemed to be talking about something, but I really didn't care.

"Hello, boys!" I practically yelled making both of them cringe at the noise. "Rene, you can be so bloody annoying, you know that right?" I nodded, a cheeky smile on my face. He rolled his eyes and continued his conversation as I started inhaling my breakfast so I could start my training.

"Okay, Greenbean, come on. We've gotta get your stuff." Minho said, jogging off towards the Map Room. "Hey," I called after him. "Can't I at least finish my breakfast?!"

"You need to go." I looked back towards Newt who was looking at his plate forking at his eggs. "Well, thank you, too." I joked, elbowing him lightly in the ribs. I brought my plate back to Frypan and followed after Minho with my lunch pack.

Minho had already jogged over to the Map Room. "What took you so long, She-bean?" He asked jokingly. "Well, it's not like I needed to run, Mr. I need to save my energy. Duh." He rolled his eyes and motioned with his hand for me to come in.

It was pretty big; chests lined every inch of the perimeter, all of them almost overflowing with paper and pencils. "You got your lunch?" He asked, rummaging through one of the chests in the corner of the room. "Yeah."

"Put it in the pack on the table." I walked over to the table and dropped it inside. I turned back to Minho just as he thrust the rest of what I needed into my arms, which consisted of two water bottles, a sketchpad, a pencil, and underwear. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Um, these," I said, pointing to the undergarments. "Are for dudes." He just smiled. "Yeah, I know, they're just for comfort. Oooh, I almost forgot! Follow me."

I set the items onto the table and followed him into a dusty basement full of almost every weapon I could think of. "Woah, this is neat." I said with a small smile. "Yeah, we don't use them often, but when we do only certain people can get stuff in here." He dangled a pair of keys up in my face. "Just pick out something." I nodded, starting to look for my weapon of choice. I stopped and stared at a short blade covered with a thick layer of dust. "This one," I said, gently wiping off the dust. He raised his eyebrows at me, but said nothing. "Okay. Go get changed and meet me back over here for the rest of your stuff."

I got changed, after a quick chat with Minho about the cleanliness of the garments, and put on my gear; running shoes size seven and a leather strap-on chest protector. It wasn't much but at least we could travel light. "Alrighty," Minho said, clapping his hands together as we walked towards the unopened doors. "Just a bit of stretching and we should be good."

So, yeah we stretched. Once we finished up with that, I felt so relaxed I could literally fall asleep. "Minho you should be a yoga teacher. I feel so relaxed." I said, dramatically dragging out the 'so'. He just laughed as the doors made a loud BOOM and creaked open, giving us the okay to leave. I remembered the first full day I was here and saw the griever staring at me menacingly through the window. I shuddered. Minho brought me out of my thoughts, smirking like an idiot. "I think someone wants to talk to you." I turned around and saw Newt, hands in pockets, making his way over towards us, limping slightly as he did so. "Hey," I said, striding up to him. He stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. "Be careful, okay?" The statement sort of shocked me. "Um, of course! It's just that, you seemed fine while we were eating…"

He gave me a quick glance and looked straight down at his feet again. "Yeah, I completely forgot about it until Minho mentioned it." Oh. "Well, don't worry, I'll be fine. I swear." He looked up at me and sighed.

"You have to promise."

"What?"

"Please?"

I looked at him for a moment. "Okay, I promise, Newt." He kind of stared at me, looking like he was trying to believe me. He nodded. I pulling him into a brief hug, trying to make him feel better, and walked back to where Minho was jogging in place. "You ready?" He said, lokking over at me. "Yep." I said, popping the "p". Without another word he headed off with me at his heels into the stone barriers surrounding out "home". I turned back to Newt one more time to see him waving half-heartedly at me, a worried look plastered on his face. I waved back and turned the corner.

Newt's POV (Weren't expecting that, huh?)

"Okay, Greenbean, come on. We've gotta get your stuff." I looked over at Rene, who was shoveling food into her mouth with a lunch pack placed in front of her on the table. Oh Shuck, I forgot, she was trialing for Runner today. "Hey, can't I at least finish my breakfast?!" she called after him. I suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. I just felt so sick thinking about what might happen to her when she's out there. The Maze changes people, it changed me. I don't want her to have to go through the mental pain I endured. I shot a glance at Alby who looked back at me, mouthing "Rules are rules". I sighed. "You should go." I said, looking back down at my food, picking at it. I could feel her roll her eyes at me as she elbowed me playfully and got up. I watched her give her plate back and walked over to the Map Room, her rusty brown hair gently flowing behind her. I remember her second full day here; we were laughing and talking when she called me ugly after setting that flower thing on my head. Well, honestly I couldn't let her get away with that, so I raced after her and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her around until she apologized. When Minho said we were "flirting", I felt my face heat up. I told him to shut it, and quickly turned my conversation back to Rene. She was very light, I must say. I could have carried her the whole night, and she could probably sense it. The whole situation of "us", not that there is and us, but the whole predicament is confusing. She's very pretty, gorgeous even, but she's my friend. I only like her as a friend, right?

"Phew, man," I heard someone say from across the table. I looked up to see Zart smirking at me. "What?" I asked defensively, sitting up a bit. "You've got it bad, bro." Alby smiled down at his plate of eggs, hiding it with a cough. Wait, I'm confused.

"Wha… what do I have?" I asked again, looking from Alby to Zart and back. They looked at each other and smirked again. I rolled my eyes. "What?" Now I was annoyed. "L-O-V-E, ya shank." I opened my mouth to argue, but he held up a hand. "Don't try to talk your way out of this, you know it's true." I raised an eyebrow at him. Honestly, I'm not even sure myself. Having someone else saying I'm in "love" is just making me even more confused. I heard the doors boom and creak open, and I sat up straight, turning my focus towards the doors. "Uh, I'll be right back." I ignored Zarts' look of triumph as I limped as fast as I could towards the doors.

Stupid limp.

I slowed as I got a close distance towards Minho and Rene, stuffing my hands into my pockets. Minho said something to Rene and she turned around, looking up at me. "Hey," she said. I scratched the back of my neck embarrassedly. I couldn't think of anything to say, except "Be careful, okay?" She looked a bit confused. "Um, okay." She said, still looking confused. "Sorry, it's just that you seemed fine while we were eating…" I looked down at the ground. "Yeah, I completely forgot about it until Minho mentioned it."

"Well, don't worry, I'll be fine. I swear." Don't worry? How was I supposed to not worry?! My best friend goes into the Maze EVERY DAY and I worry, and now she's going and… I sighed. "You have to promise." She raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Please?" Wow, how pathetic can a guy get? I mentally face-palmed myself at my stupidity. "Okay, I promise, Newt." I stared at her, conflicted between letting her go and keeping her from the horrible things that find themselves inside of the Maze. But I nodded, knowing I can't get her out of this even if I tried. Before I knew it she was hugging me, and I hugged back, wishing I could do anything to stop this. But sadly it didn't work, and she was pulling away and walking towards the entrance. They entered and I waved sadly as she turned, seeing her wave too before she turned the corner.