DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN THE MAZE RUNNER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO JAMES DASHNER. I ONLY OWN AMELIA AND SOME OF THE PLOT.

On the way back to the Homestead, I see the Sloppers cleaning up the mixture of vomit, bottles, and wood from last nights bonfire.

"Hey, Ben." I say as I enter the room where Ben is staying. The poor kid got stung, and now has to go through the process we call "The Changing". His pupils were dilated in his red, bloodshot eyes, and his bare chest held dark veins like the ivy on the maze walls: prominent and noteworthy.

Ben sets his sights upon me and shrieks. I quickly cover my ears, pretty sure they popped. His inhumane cries almost drown out the ringing of the alarm for the Box. 'Wait,' I think. 'the alarm only goes off when a newbie arrives. Two newbies in one month?'

"Ben, i'll be right back." I hurry to where my friends (and Thomas) are standing. Newt and Alby go through the usual process of opening the metal doors, then Newt jumps into the Box, disappearing into the dark.

"Bloody hell..." I faintly hear Newt whisper. A chorus of 'what is it, Newt' and 'tell us' grows louder and louder as people try to shove through to catch a glimpse.

"It's a girl." Newt shouts. I push my way through the mass of Gladers until I see the Box. Inside lays a teenage girl with velvety black hair, porcelain skin, and rosy red lips. Her eyes were closed, preventing me from seeing the color.

"Now don't get all right and cheery, Amy. It doesn't look like you're gonna be having slumber parties and trading secrets anytime soon." Alby jokes nervously.

"Haha." I laugh sarcastically.

"Guys, I think she's DEAD!" someone shouts.

A group of Gladers lower Newt and Alby down into the box to retrieve the girl. The Glade turns quiet. Gally is one of the boys who is holding the ropes. His eyes are dark and haunting. I stare at the boy, sadness washing over me as I remember Gally from when I first got here. He was happy, cheerful. Full of hope and kindness. Then he got stung. The happy glint that was in his bright eyes vanished, along with any trace of cheeriness, leaving an empty shell of my once-close friend. We drew apart after the changing, leaving me frightened and fearful, and him dark and moody.

When I told Newt this, he scoffed.

"If you have me, why d'you need him, too? He's a jerk and no good for you." He had said.

I was crying. "Newt, he's my friend!"

"He's dangerous."

I remember huffing in frustration, fed up with this argument.

"Stay. Away. From. Him. He'll hurt you." Newt pointed at me.

We fought that night. It ended in screaming, crying, and hurt feelings. I slept in Alby's room, me curled up on the scratchy cot, him on the floor.

The girl's lifeless body was dragged out of the box.

Guys, I'm so sorry it's so short. My writers block is really bad, and I'll try to update ASAP. Also, I need a ship name for Newt ands Amelia. Whoever comments the best one gets a shout out and I'll read and favorite your story to your choice! Xoxo- Claire