You were one of the first people to be sent to the Glade. One of the first original ten, the first and only girl of the Glade since then.

You were a runner, determination made of stone but heart made of the frailest glass. Being one of the original ten meant that you had been there when the dark times of the Glade came, when Gladers died out of ignorance. The deaths turned you bitter, closed you away from everyone, until the only people that could get through and to you were Newt and Alby —the only two last of the original ten—.

You were a bitter being, you worked alone, and Greenies were always warned to not try to get too close to you if they didn't want to receive a dose of your sourness. They were warmed that you were just a bitter soul with a broken heart.

Thomas was the new Greenie of this month. He was curious, and curiosity killed the cat. So when he was warned about this sour runner that was also the only girl in the whole Glade, he obviously wanted to know more.

So he walked through the small forest in the Glade in search of your famous treehouse —you had built It yourself—, where you spent your free-time. He climbed the ladder and frowned at the "do not enter" written on the doorway, but still knocked on the small wooden door and entered nothenless.

His eyes fell on you, sitting on a make-shift bed as you stroked the furr of the fluffy bunny that Alby had let you keep as company. "Uh.. hey- um- i- I know you don't like unanounced visit but- I just.." he stammered and stumbled over his words, suddenly not so confident on his decission of coming here anymore.