Okay, so apparently, you have to add the author's note before you upload the chapter. I had no idea, so here is the beginning and ending author's notes that in had planned for chapter one. Sorry for the confusion, I'm new here. J

Beginning: This is before Thomas and Teresa. They won't be in this fanfic.

Hi, readers! Okay, so if you read my profile, I said that I wouldn't really upload anything until I was seriously working on it. So this is going to be the first time I ever uploaded anything. I had a THG story going (never uploaded), but I felt so compelled to do a TMR fanfic, so he here is the first chapter. And, maybe this doesn't follow the book or movie, but this is how I picture it, so sorry. Also, you don't need to correct me about it. I know it's not exactly the same. Oh, and I know, I know, the plot of this story is SO overdone. But I am a sucker when it comes to girl meets maze fanfics, so sorry, but here is mine.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own anything from The Maze Runner. Kudos to James Dashner for his awesome idea!

Ending: Okay, so that was a lot longer than I was planning! Hope you liked it! If you any comments, ideas, or suggestions, just tell me in the reviews! I would love to hear them!

Thanks to Spectrobesprincess. I am using her idea of quote of the day. Here it is!

"Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have." Hermione Granger (HP)

Alright, somber is the beginning author's note for chapter two. Again, I'm really sorry!

So this is the chapter where she remembers her name! Yay! And also if you're reading this, thank you! You will get acknowledged for favoriting, following, or reviewing. Also, this chapter should be shorter and is in the POV of Minho. I will not be doing many of these chapters narrated by him, but I felt like it was important to get an outsiders perspective on the main character. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: guess what? I don't own The Maze Runner! Surprise!

Maybe watching the girl sleep is creepy, but I can't help but notice that she looks much more peaceful when she isn't awake. And I have nothing else to do. Newt and I agreed that the first shift would be all night, and then he would take over the next morning. I feel like I got the shuck end of the deal. When do I get to sleep? A soft moaning comes from inside the slammer. I spin around to face the tiny window. The girl tosses and turns restlessly on the floor. She's having a nightmare. We all get them, we just don't talk about them often. Now, they're just a part of life. But this is her first one. As I watch, she shakes her head and mumbles words I can't hear; her hands are in fists, clenched at her sides. I want to go in and shake her awake, put her out of her misery, but that is definitely not allowed. Plus, she can handle herself. Just because she's a girl, doesn't mean she gets special treatment.

I focus on the window again. Her curly blond hair is splayed all over the ground. It's pretty long. That will get in the way quickly, I note. Her tiny nose is wrinkled up; her pale face shows signs of anger and hatred. I wonder what's going on in that head of hers. Her red lips mutter words that are only important to her. She's tall and thin, but sturdy. She really would have been a great Glader if she wasn't girl. Not that I'm complaining. A blood curdling scream from inside tears me from my wandering thoughts.

"Get off me, you brute!" the girl screams. Now she's rolling around on the floor, as if she's struggling to win a wrestling match. Before my eyes, she slams her head into a wall and jolts awake. Ouch. Some wakeup call. A moan escapes her lips, and her small hand flies to the impact spot on her head. A small bruise is already forming.

"Look, know that you aren't happy in there, but that doesn't mean you get to go slammin yourself into the bloody wall!" I snap.

"Ugg," she groans, "Not funny, Minho. Not funny."

"Sorry," I mutter. "Do you need to see a Med-jack?" I ask. The bruise above her eye is growing.

"A what?"

"A Med-jack…oh, right. Somebody to look at the bruise on your head."

She shrugs. "I'm fine."

"You don't have to play tough with me."

"I said I'm fine."

"Okay," I look away in surprise. I always thought girls were wimps. Guess not. I turn back to the girl to find her glaring at me.

"I'm starving! What happened to the food I was supposed to get?" she angrily pouts at me.

I grin. "I ate it, Greenie."

Her mouth drops in shock. "YOU ATE MY FOOD? I'LL KILL YOU, MINHO." She tries to strangle me through the bars of the window.

I laugh and dodge her arms. "Kidding! Kidding! Frypan sent a delivery after you fell asleep." She stops trying to kill me. "Here." I hand an apple and a sandwich through the bars. She takes them and begins eating her meal like ravenous dog. "Wow. You sure were bloody hungry." She doesn't look up, but slows down.

"Thanks," she mutters through a bite of her apple.

"It's a good thing that we're friends, or I really would have eaten your food."

Her eyebrows raise, and she winces from the bruise. "You want to be my friend? I thought you were a tough guy who didn't have time for me."
"I didn't say that," I mutter, although I did act like a real shuck at the beginning.

"Could have fooled me." She purses her lips. Her face wrinkles in a frown. "Sydney."

"What? I'm not Sydney." Maybe she is crazy.

"No. Not you…"

"You remember something?"

She slowly nods her head in quiet confusion. "It's-it's," she fumbles for the pieces of her past. "It's me," she says, her voice a tiny whisper.

"You? That's your name, huh?" It's actually a pretty decent name.

"Yeah." She grins. "Yeah!" she says louder.

"Sydney." I let the name roll off my tongue. "I still like Greenie," she shoots me a playful glare, "But hey, Sidney works too. Although, it is sorta long."

"Minho, it is two syllables."

I shrug. "I like Syd better."

"Syd." She tries it out. "Okay. Syd."

I grin. "Syd, welcome to the Glade." I pause. "Again."

She rolls her eyes and goes back to finishing her sandwich. I turn away and see Newt approaching, in the morning light. I peer in through the door to see Syd gently probing the bruise on her forehead. Maybe it really does hurt. "Be right back, Syd." I jog to meet Newt.

"Any updates?"

"She's still a girl, her name is Syd, and she woke herself up by banging her head on the wall."

"Obviously, good, and what?"

"Yeah, she rolled right into the wall during a nightmare, and now she has a huge bruise on her forehead. She keeps telling me she's fine, but I think she's lying." I pause. "I know she's lying."

Newt sighs. "Double check to make sure it's as bad as you think. I'll tell a Jeff that I'm bringing her in in a minute. You stay here with Syd, and I'll come back to take her to Jeff." I nod and head back to the dismal slammer with a frown.

"Hey, Greenie."

Her face appears at the window. "We've been over this," she says. She points at her chest. "Syd."

"I'm just teasing. But I may still call you Greenie, ya good for nothin shuck." She just rolls her eyes. "Hey," I remember, "I need to check your bruise."

"What? Why? I told you I'm fine." Her eyes flash.

"And I don't believe you. Now let me see it before you go to the Med-jack."

She purses her lips. "Fine."

She leans her pale face as close as she can to the bars of the restraining window. The bruise is just above her eyebrow and is turning a purply blue color. Before I know what I'm doing, my fingers are gently brushing the spot. She looks at me with her big blue eyes, but doesn't pull away. I brush it one more time, then pull my arm away. I honestly didn't think about what I was doing. It was just a weird impulse. She tucks her blond hair behind her ear and leans back from the window, I notice that her face is flushed. I don't say anything, but turn around to see Newt heading towards us.

"How is it?" Newt asks.

"Um, I think it's okay. I ain't a Med-jack, Newt."

He nods. "Minho."

"What, Newt?"

From the look on his face, I can tell that he saw me touch Syd's bruise. Shame burns on my face. Why did I do that?

"Minho, there may not be a rule, but I don't think-"

I cut him off. "Look, it was a one-time thing. I felt bad for her. Don't klunk your pants. It won't happen again." I snap. I turn away from Newt and walk toward Frypan's. I need to eat before I run the maze. I can't think about Syd. She's fine. Hopefully, we can both pretend that what occurred in the slammer never happened. I just need to forget about her entirely. But, at the same time, I don't want to forget. Not at all.

Okay, this came out really cheesy. Oh well. Too late. I hope you liked it anyway! I think that I'm gonna slow down and do some fluff… If you have any ideas or things that I could change, I would love to hear them! And remember, all of your comments influence me greatly! So thanks!

Quote of the day:

"Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear." –Boggs (THG)