If you're reading this, it probably means I'm dead. I don't know who you are or how you got a hold of this but chances are you know who I am. My name is Estelle. Some call me the mistake. This is my story.

~o~

A man dragged my limp, unconscious body to the edge of the helicopter door. The helicopter was right above a maze out in the middle of the desert. He pulled the large door open and took a breath before pushing me out.

A griever below me saw my falling body. It roared before it jumped up and swallowed me whole.

~o~

The doors of the maze opened. Minho smiled at Newt. "Maybe we'll see a griever today" Newt made a sarcastic face. "If we do I'm using you as bait"
They ran side by side into the maze, turning without thought. Suddenly Minho stopped. "Do you smell that?" Newt sniffed the air. "Blood? Or crap?" "Mix of both I think" Minho grinned.

Newt turned the corner and immediately covered his mouth. "What the hell is that"

There lied huge puddle of blood and what appeared to be guts. But that wasn't what Newt and Minho were staring at. It was what was in the puddle.

A limp body lay in the middle of the puddle, although you could hardly tell what it was considering it was covered in guts and blood.

Minho walked toward the body. "Is that...a person?"

Newt squinted. "I think its a child. The body's quite small"

Minho swallowed. He lifted up the body and examined it for a bit. "It's a girl" he said, confused.

"How the hell did she get here?" said Newt. "Is she dead?"

Minho felt her neck, looking for a pulse. "Hardly. Should we bring her back to camp?" "We can't just leave her out here" Minho shrugged. "Alright, but you're carrying her. I don't wanna touch anymore of what ever she was in"

Newt groaned before taking her, or should I say, my body.

~o~

My eyes shot open and I immediately started gasping for air. The voices. They were everywhere.

Then I realized the voices weren't in my head; they were real.

I looked around. About 4 boys around my age were standing around me. One of them handed me a cup of water. "Drink. You're probably dehydrated. You've been sleeping for a whole day and a half"

Hesitantly, I took the cup and drank. "Where-" I said choking on the first word I said "-am I?"

"You're safe now. Out of the maze" said a tall boy. I assumed he was the leader, and I was correct. "I'm Alby, the leader of this camp. Jeff is the one that nursed you back to health"

"You make me seem so feminine" Jeff said as I handed the cup back.

He pointed to a black haired boy. He appeared to be from Asia. "This is Minho. He was one of the people that found you in the maze" Korea. Judging from the name, he's defiantly from Korea.

Alby patted a tall, blonde boy on the shoulder. "This is Newt. Second in command. He was the other person that found you in the maze"

Newt gave me a smile. "You might want to bathe. You're covered in blood. And guts. And you smell like you're decaying" He had a British accent.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a sarcastic smile. "Thanks for the tip"

"So, what happened to you? Can you remember anything?" asked Minho.

I thought for a while. "The only thing I remember is being swallowed whole by this...I don't even know what it was. But it was nasty"

"A Griever" said Newt. "How'd you escape"

I thought again. My memory was all blurred. "I believe I squeezed its heart. Actually I have no idea what it was, but I probably did something inside it that made the griever throw up"

"It threw up blood and guts. Wonderful" said Newt gagging a bit.

"If you're feeling better, you should probably bathe. There's a small lake in the forest. You can wash off there" said Alby. "Minho can show you the way"

"Actually, I want to go back to the spot I found her at. There may be a clue to how to get out of here" said Minho.

"Then Newt will show you the way"

"Aren't there any females here that can show me where the lake is?" I asked.

Newt shook his head. "You're the only girl here. Look, just go bathe. We'll explain everything after, okay?"

~o~

I had just finished washing my jacket and pants in the river.

My outfit consisted of a thin, black jacket with a white, half sleeved shirt underneath. My jacket protected my shirt from any blood staining it. My jeans were soaked in blood, but luckily it didn't stain.

As my jacket and jeans dried, I washed my hair and face. My hair was quite long. It reached the middle of my back and was a dark brown colour.

I rinsed my face with water. When I opened my eyes, I saw my reflection in the river. Although there was still a bit of blood left, you could clearly tell I was from Asia. I looked extremely pale. This made my grey eyes stand out even more. They looked like steel.

Thats when I realized something. How am I supposed to leave. I have no pants on. I can't just walk around in my underwear, and on top of that, everyone here is a male. I mentally face palmed. What the hell do I do.

Something hit my back. I turned around to see Newt with his back facing toward me. "Put those pants on and follow me. Those were the smallest pair I could find. You really shouldn't go into the camp without any pants, although I don't think any of the Gladers will mind"

I looked at the pants. They looked like they would fit me. I slipped them on and walked to Newt.

He turned to look at me. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow. "You look at lot like Minho. Minus the hair colour. And the eyes. And the shape of the face. And-"

"I look like him because I'm asian?" I cut him off. "Okay. I see how it is. Twat"

As I walked toward the Glade, I heard Newt laugh.

The rest of the day was a blur. And completely boring. Tours. Rules. Stories. More Rules. Ugh.

And then the night came. That's when everything happens.

~o~

"A party?" I said to Alby. "What for?"

"You obviously" he replied. "Whenever a new greenie arrives, we throw a party. Even if you didn't come like the rest of us, you're still one of us"

"Alright!" he said. "Light 'er up!"

A group of boys around the large pyramid of sticks threw torches at it, lighting it on fire.

There were groups everywhere, each doing something different. Some were eating, some were wrestling, some were just talking. I didn't want to approach any.

Someone tapped my back. I turned to see Minho holding a spear. "Wanna try?" He grinned.

Newt and a another boy, Gally I believe, laughed. "I bet she couldn't even lift that thing"

I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "Let's see you try"

Minho gripped the spear and aimed at the target, which was approximately 20 feet away. He threw it, and it was a bullseye.

Newt whistled. "Perfect as always"

Gally returned with Minho's spear in his hand. "Wanna try greenie?"

Hesitantly, I took the spear. "Look at that. I can actually lift it"

I lifted it above my shoulder and looked at the target. Just throw it, I told myself. And I did. Where did it land? Inches from the centre. Yup. Fluke. Not that the Gladers seem to care.

They cheered and patted my back. I gave small smiles. Gally patted my head. "Not bad greenie"

Greenie? No. I remembered. "Estelle"

"What" said Minho.

"Estelle. My name. I remember"

The Gladers started whooping and cheering again. I had to smile.

I was overcome with joy. For what reason? I had no idea.

~o~

I woke up quite early the next day. The sun was peaking over the walls of the maze.

I explored the Glade. It was actually beautiful. Kept in good condition. Thats when I came across the names.

The names of every Glader was carved into the wall. I ran my fingers across a certain name. Minho. Why was the writing so familiar? Why was he so familiar?

"You have a thing for me, don't you, love?" Newt was standing behind me. I could almost feel him grinning.

I looked to where my fingers had fallen. They had slipped away from Minho's name and fallen onto Newt's. Great.

I turned to face him. "Of course! I'm totally in love with someone I just met!"

"No need for sarcasm" he said still grinning. "How do you feel?"

"Just cheeky" I said.

"Again with your 'british words'"

Suddenly, there was a pounding in my head. I let out a pained groan and my hands shot to my temples.

"You okay, love?" said Newt. He was on his knees to get a better look at my face. "Bloody hell, you're pale as a ghost"

The pain wouldn't stop. My head was pounding. I was gasping for air.

Then I saw darkness.

~o~

Faces everywhere. Screens. Holograms? Brains? What the hell is this.

Minho? He looks younger. Is he calling to me? I can't hear anything over the whispering. He's telling me something. What's he trying to say.

Wait. I can hear him. Why won't the whispering stop. "Noona!" What does that mean. Isn't that Korean for-

"Estelle!"

My eyes shot open. Newt was looking at me with a concerned look.

He exhaled and sat down on a nearby chair. "You scared the shit out of me. What the bloody hell happened"

I felt my head. I was lying down on the same bed as when I first woke up in the Glade. Same infirmary.

"Unnie..." I whispered to myself.

"What was that?" said Newt.

My eyes widen. I sat up. "Oh my god. Unnie. I remember"

Newt sat up bent down to look at me. "Are you alright, love?"

I looked up at him. "Minho called me Noona"

"Unnie" said Newt, confused. "What the hell does that mean"

"It means-"

Jeff burst through the door. "What happened to Estelle?"

"GET OUT F***TARD"