Another brief chapter. For those who read the book this chapter is really boring. It's just details the tour given to each greenie.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own the Maze Runner trilogy.
Continue with the story...
Chapter 2 - The First Day... And George
The young boy from earlier came up to me. "Hi, I'm George. I'll show you 'round."
He dragged me off.
I hastily waved to Alby and Newt who were quietly laughing at my predicament. I threw a glare at them while trying to keep up with my young guide.
"Over here is the deadheads. It's where you can go for some peace and quiet. It also contains the graveyard." George pointed to a grove of trees that screamed peace. I couldn't wait to explore them.
"Over there is the kitchen. Frypan is the cook. If you can cook then he's who you go too. Also if you're hungry." My stomach rumbled as I caught a whiff of something that smelled really good from a small building in the distance. I could see a boy handing out plates to those waiting in a line.
"Here are the gardens, blood house, and homestead. That's where certain people sleep and where important meetings happen. Most of us sleep outside in hammocks." George showed me the gardens where they grew food. I was quite impressed. The blood house was creepy and I knew which building to avoid now. And the Homestead looked a bit unstable but who was I to judge. Around the Homestead were a bunch of trees with hammocks tied to them. They looked pretty comfortable.
"And those entrances lead to the maze. Our main rule is that you never go in there unless you're a runner." The giant openings to what George called the Maze seemed to call to me. I thought of what he had said. Whatever a runner was it sounded exciting.
"I can get you a hammock and I'll help you set it up. Where would you like to sleep?" I looked around not really seeing a place that I wouldn't be surrounded by boys.
I fidgeted uncomfortably. I didn't want to sleep surrounded by so many boys. George noticed my expression. "I'll ask Newt what we can do if you don't want to sleep out with us boys." I nodded gratefully. We walked around, George chatting happily.
Not too long after finishing the 'tour' George brought me over to the kitchens where we had dinner. I was well aquatinted with the ways of the Glade by this point. We stood in line and I got a delicious bowl of chicken noodle soup. It was very good.
Newt came over to sit with us at one point and George described my dilemma. Newt went to Alby for his opinion and I was soon bunking with Newt. I blushed when he told me that while George and Newt laughed.
That night I heard the doors for the first time. Oddly enough they didn't scare me. More, the made me more interested in what lay beyond the walls. Newt had brought a second hammock so neither one of us had to sleep on the floor.
I fell asleep to the sounds of the maze and my roommates light snores. This place wasn't so bad.
Rereading this was painful. I had to fix so many dialogue errors. Its a wonder how people read this story.
I'm Sirius! (Haha if you get this)
Later Gladers,
Tmr_Potterhead250