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Rachel wandered around the Glade. It was barely her second day there, and only a few people had even spoken to her. Especially since she'd accidentally tried to enter the maze.
Now it seemed as if eyes followed her everywhere, marking her as unstable. It was just nauseating, how everyone could be so ignorant.
Wasn't anyone curious? Didn't anyone want to find out exactly what was in that stupid maze for themselves, rather than waiting for dodgy reports?
Rachel sighed. Suddenly a rumbling sound tore through the air, accompanied by a siren. In a burst of activity, all of the surrounding girls leaped up.
Everyone started heading towards that box thing. Rachel watched them go, slightly curious, but not wanting to cause any more trouble. It seemed that's where the noise was coming from.
Come to think of it, that was the same sound that she had heard on her ascent into the glade. The others had told her that the box was both the source of their new members, and supplies.
And yet...what had Sonya said?
They were only supposed to get new members every month or so.
With renewed interest, Rachel walked closed. The box had just rattled up to the surface, and its doors were creaking open. Almost immediately, shouts of horror rang out. People stumbled back, then came closer.
Rachel widened her eyes. What was going on? A few girls began squealing and hopping. Rachel spotted Sonya and Harriet in the crowd. Grunting in effort, she pushed her way to the front.
Harriet lowered Sonya into the box as Rachel watched in anticipation.
"It's..." Sonya called out, her voice unusually nervous.
"Spit it out!" Harriet growled.
Sonya stared up with a stony look on her face, "It's a boy..."
Rachel blinked. She hadn't really realized until now how lacking this place was in guys.
In fact, the way everyone was acting, this must have been the first one!
"Well, pull him up!" Some one named Beth shouted.
A few people began hauling Sonya and the boy up. They laid him out on the grass for everyone to inspect.
"Is he dead?" Somebody asked.
"He's unconscious," Harriet muttered. "First we get two newbies in as many days, and now it's a boy."
"Hold on," Rachel called, "he's holding something."
"She's right," Sonya said. She slowly unfurled the boy's fingers. Rachel saw something white tucked into his hand. It appeared to be a note, with black words scrawled over one side.
The crowd hushed as Harriet read it aloud.
"He's the last one...ever?" She read.
Suddenly the boy's eyes snapped open. His mouth opened in a scream and his limbs thrashed out.
"GRAB HIM!" Sonya shrieked.
Girls rushed forwards to pin him to the grass. His blue eyes rolled around in his head and sweat ran down his face.
"Rachel!" He said.
Then he fell limp, tongue lolling and eyes closing.
Rachel froze. The boy's voice bore into her mind. She had heard that voice before. She knew she had! And yet, she couldn't quite remember.
All at once, the Gladers exploded into voices.
"He said Rachel! I heard him!"
"Yeah! Isn't that the stick newbie?"
"Blinking boy said her name! They're dangerous!"
Beth whirled around to stab her finger in Rachel's face.
"Who is he? Huh? Where did he come from?"
"I um, I don't know. I've never seen him before," Rachel stuttered.
"Liar! You and that stick are obviously from the makers!"
"I don't know him okay!" Rachel yelled. She'd barely been in this stupid place for more than two days and already everything was going wrong.
Beth hated her for some reason.
No one seemed to care that they were trapped in a huge field surrounded by a maze!
People were blaming her for everything!
She didn't know anything about herself other than her name.
And no one wanted to answer any of her questions!
With a huff, she stumbled out of the crowd. People grabbed at her, sneering and shaming her.
But Rachel kept walking, faster and faster until she was running, sprinting through the grass. She ran until she reached the forest. Then she sat down and cried.
It was nearly evening by the time that Rachel found herself back at the infirmary. It was a little wooden shed just off the home-base. It seemed fairly empty of the doctor girls, and she pushed her way inside.
She didn't even have to search. For some reason she knew exactly which room the boy was in. Rachel hesitated a moment, then walked in.
"Hey Rachel," The boy was sitting up, staring right at her with a smile.
Rachel jumped.
"How do you know my name?"
The boy looked down and Rachel noticed the way his hair fell smoothly across his forehead. He was thin, with massive eyes that gave him the look of a lost puppy, and scratches decorated his arms and face. Rachel didn't want to think about how those got there.
"I'm not sure," He said finally, "But I'm pretty sure you know mine."
Rachel blinked. She looked at him in confusion, then bewilderment as a name came to her lips.
"Aris," She breathed. He nodded.
"I think we might be connected somehow. I think we might be important to the makers."
"What are you talking about..." Rachel walked closer, entranced by his demeanor. He shrugged, gazing at her with all the seriousness in the world.
"Soon, Rach, everything's gonna change."
So, this was my first Group B story! Tell me how you liked it! Suggest and review!
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