Late one night in the Glade you were writing your feelings down in a journal when you grow tired. You mid writing a sentence while your eyes drop shut. You end up falling asleep there. The next morning comes and you wake up...without your journal. You quickly sprint around your hut but can't find it. Until you hear laughing, you rush outside to see a group of Gladers reading said journal. "Get this! She likes Newt!" Of course Newt was next to him...