you being twelve years old, meant you were a child. you had secretly been hoping for your thirteenth birthday to come sooner, so you would be more privileged. it was hard being in a glade with a bunch of rowdy teenage boys.

since Alby was first in command, it meant he got to treat you like his child.

and you got along with Minho an awful lot, since he was childish as well.

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you being a child meant you were told to “grow up” often, but you wanted to have a childhood that you could remember...even if that meaning sneaking up and stealing some of Gally's secret stash of drinks which were awful.

you and Minho had been planning on going into the maze, he was completely against the idea of you going with him because if anyone found out you were missing he would possibly lose his position as keeper of the runners— or get locked in the slammer.

but here you were, running around with Minho in the maze. “hey, don't you think we're going too far?” you said, glancing behind you as the entrance was no longer in your sight, fear evident in your voice.

Minho: “no just come on! don't be a— don't be a loser,“ he called out with a playful smirk on his face. “don't call me that but okay!” you responded.

— around an hour of running around, your legs were aching due to being young and short. “it's getting dark...” you said, tapping his shoulder.

“yeah. {{user}}, i know. Alby will kill me if we don't make it back in time, c'mon,” he said, dragging you slightly as he ran back to the entrance.

it took awhile to get back, and when you did the sun was setting. but you saw familiar eyes rest on you, which made you uneasy as they pointed and gasped at you two.

“oi, where have you two been?” said Newt. “uh..” muttered Minho, while you stood there smirking— obviously proud that you had managed to go behind Albys back.