Later that day I was walked with Thomas. I told him everything that I could, trying to bounce ideas of of his head. He told me his whole "were in a prison" theory."

"But if we were in a prison, why would they erase our memories? Isn't the whole point of prison to learn from your mistakes?"

"Yeah I guess."

"I think we're just some type of experiment, and we're the mice. I mean, a maze? And what about those beetle blades? Why are they watching us? It's obviously not to make sure we don't escape. With What I've heard from Minho, there is no way out."

"Thomas? Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah yeah", he said looking down in deep thought, "I think your on to something."

I spent the rest of the day with the pale girl, feeding her and taking notes for any unusual behavior.

It was decided without a gathering that I would be a med-jack. I was ok with that. It's not like I would like to be slicing up pigs or planting seeds.

But Mac also thought of being a runner.

She was deadly fast- faster than all of the boys here. She had learned that running from a beetle blade- those things weren't deadly, but they scared the crap out of her.

Part of her felt depressed staying in the glade all day- I wanted to be out there, trying to find a way out of this boxed hell.

But something about running around all day, seemed dreadful. Mac was fast, but how long could she last before she got tired?

Just because your good at sprinting doesn't mean your automatically a long distance runner.

My time was up with pale girl when Clint came in, so I went to find Newt.

People like newt, Alby, Thomas, Minho and chuck felt like family, and everyone else were friends.

Most of the gladers respected Mac, but some boys and that kid Gally stared at her.

The most modest thing she could think of was to ignore them.

When Mac didn't see Newt anywhere, in the deadheads, the homestead or the barn or the kitchen, I figured he was in that little building they called the "Map room." Newt had told her that the runners went in there every day after there run(lol) and drew the maze- every day. The only thing Newt didn't tell me was the purpose.

When I reached the Map room, I discovered that yes, Newt was on there, as sweaty and sad as ever. Like being in this room, looking at the drawings, made him depressed.

"Hey." I said casually, leaning on the door frame.

Newt looked up from the map he was squinting at.

"Your not aloud in here greenie." He said with a smile.

I was sick of being called that, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it; the gladers have been calling newbies that for two years.

"Your bloody cute when your mad."

Um...what did he just say?

Did he just call me cute?

I ignored him completely.

"Whatere you do'in?"

"Just leaving", he said, walking out past me and shuting the metal door.

Alby should be expecti'n me about right buggin now.

Newt stood so he was facing me.

"I never got to thank you, you know, for bandaging me up before I walked out like a slinthead shank."

"Well, your welcome."

"I best be goi'n now." Newt said.

Then faster than I thought would have been possible, he gave me a soft kiss on my nose, then limped away, not saying a word.

What the hell was that? Newt has known me not even two full days. Then he kisses me. Can you fall in love that quick?

But there whole situation had nothing to do with love, or hate or like or anything. All everyone of us just thought about was surviving...right?