A/N: This picture is so true its funny.

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Images swirled around in your head making you feel nauseous. You saw a lady in a knee length black dress with black high heels, she had her hair black hair tied back in a tight bun. You saw yourself chasing after her through narrow, dark hallways with only the light of glowing pink, blue, and purple shelves lighting your path. You looked surprisingly clean your hair was neatly pushed out of your face and into a fishtail braid along your back. You were wearing a long zig-zag, black, pink, and blue, skirt. You had a plain black shirt on, just like the one you were wearing when you were awake. You had silvery sandals on that you could only see when you kicked your leg forward to take a step. You scurried along to catch up with her as she took random turns.

"You can't keep sending them in there! You'll kill them off! Then what will happen to W.I.C.K.E.D.? You wont have anything to send out to 'save' people!" You yelled to her and you jogged to follow her.

"Enough of the nonsense. Go to your room and let me think." She replied, her voice was filled with agitation and annoyance.

"It's not nonsense! I am the only one around here thinking sense and I am younger then most of everybody here!"

"Go to your room before you get yourself in trouble."

"This whole family is trouble." You mumbled, but apparently not low enough.

"This family is not trouble, you are the only one in this family that is causing trouble."

"You're just like grandma! Always her job, the oath, the swear she made to 'find a cure', she didn't find a cure and I am sure as bloody hell you're not going to find one either! You don't even care about me anymore! I would rather spend a month just living by myself in the Maze! And I did spend a month by myself in the Glade! I went freaking insane! You don't even seem to care! Not about me, not about them, not about their families! All you care about is the money you would get for finding a cure! Just like grandma!"

"I do care about you and them! It's not all about the money! I am doing this to save you-"

"No your not and you know you aren't! All you do is lie to me! Just like you did to dad! And that's why he left!"

"Never speak of your father in front me again!"

"Then stop sending innocent people into the Maze!"

"All lab assistance, doctors, and medical helpers please report to Lab 15. I repeat, all lab assistance, doctors, and medical helpers please report to Lab 15." A loud speaker said over head.

"Great, new arrivals, now go kill more people."

"This first group took 3 years to get out of this trial. Now you can stand and watch it all over again! Or you could stop your whining and go to your room and sit there thinking about what you could do to help around here."

That gave you an idea.

"You know what? I will. I hope your watching because the next time you see me, it will be from a beetle blade and I wont have any memories of your shuck. Thanks for the shucking 'life' you shuck-faced silthead that always hated calling mom."

The lady stared at you with such anger you thought your head might explode but you just stared straight back at her klunk colored eyes. Then you broke the stare, turned on your heal, and bolted the way you came.

"YOU GET YOU SORRY LITTLE BUTT OVER HERE YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!" The lady screamed after you, you didn't turn back once, but you had a smile on your face until you disappeared.

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You sat bolt up straight and collided heads with someone. They almost fell off but you grabbed their muscular arm before they could fall.

"Oh, God, (Y/N)! That hurt!"Minho whined.

"Well your head isn't as soft as your hair now, is it?" You said sarcastically as you rubbed your forehead.

"What in the shuck are you doing up here?"

Everything from the night before started coming back to you, but you decided not to tell. "I don't know really. I was just kind of walking around and stopped here for a minute. Must have fallen asleep. What are you doing up here?"

"I come up here to think, sometimes. Just to clear my head of all the bad things."

You understood what he meant. You came here before they got here to think.

"Nightmare?" Minho asked taking you by surprise.

"Yeah. It was so confusing."

"What was it?"

"Well. . . I was running through-"

"Minho!" Someone called from below.

You groaned knowing this was going to happen a lot.

Minho gave you a sympathetic look and called down "Yeah, Thomas?"

"Breakfast! Find her?" Thomas called up.

Minho gave you a look that said 'Should I tell him? Yes? No?'.

You shook your head 'No'. Minho smiled. "I like you."

You laughed. "Tell him before he get's suspicious!"

"No. You?"

"No." You could see Thomas's smirk from here. "Come on guys! I'm hungry!"

"Fine!" You called down.

"Good. Oh! And Frypan showed up last night while we were sleeping."

Minho breathed a sigh of relief. "Great! No more of Alby's shuck food!"

All three of you laughed as you backed your way down the tree. You foot slipped once but you were too close to the ground to worry about it.

When you finally put your feet on solid ground, you, Minho, and Thomas walked back to the Glade. In just a couple of short weeks you were supersized to notice how much you had grown used to the daily scheduled you had. Waking up at the crack of dawn to try and figure out a way out of this prison. And every night you would have strange dreams, like memories, but they're not. You could just tell. But the one you had last night was one of the strangest. But you could feel that it actually happened. Like your body remembered, but. . . your mind didn't.

As you walked into the Glade with the two boy's at your side joking around and laughing you saw a, at least, 16 year old boy with a fully grown beard. He also had hair sticking out of every little whole he had in his clothes. You walked through the door.

"Hey, Fry!" Minho said clapping Frypan on the back.

"Hey, Minho!" Frypan said as he flipped an egg. "How have you shanks been?"

"You know, just gettin' thrown back in this shuck of a place, nothin' but good old angry feelings right."

"Nothin' like it." Fry laughed then added with a straight face, "Now, get out of my shucking kitchen." He pointed his spatula at the door you just came through. He spotted you.

Uh-oh, You thought.

"Fry, meet the new Greenie." Thomas said gesturing at you with his hand.

You caught a glimpse of a memory in your mind, sitting talking to yourself and listening to the voices in your head. You were alone. You remember waking up early and completely loosing your mind then jumping into darkness. "If anyone's a 'Greenie' here, it ain't me." You said.

"We never saw you in the Glade before when we first woke up here."

"That's because I didn't give anyone a chance-"

"Box is coming back up!" You heard Alby yell.

"This is become a daily thing, don'tcha think?" Minho said as the three of you ran out, leaving Frypan to finish making breakfast.