The next day I woke up as if they kicked me out of bed. I was so excited I didn't even need to be woken up by anyone.

I put on my black trousers, black boots and white long-sleeved V-neck shirt and walked out of my room ready to concur the world. Or the world that contained of a Maze only. I walked to the closed doors of the concrete walls and sat down on the grass. It felt a bit damp but I didn't mind. I couldn't care less about anything. I just wanted to be on the other side of those gigantic walls.

"You are early." Minho walked up next to me giving me a small black backpack. I looked into it and saw a bottle full of water, a sandwich and a change of shirt. I didn't dispute where he got my shirt from though. He also gave me a leather strap to put it on my thighs and handed me a knife. "Just in case." He said as I placed the knife in the hole it belonged to. I heard the loud metallic noise indicating the opening of the walls. I looked up at the doors and I felt smaller than ever.

"Are you ready for your first day?" Minho asked with a smirk.

"I've been ready for a month." I grinned and waited for him to lead. We ran past the doors and into the Maze. I followed him a few inches behind, looking up on the ivy covered enormous walls. It was dark in the Maze. Even though the sun was out shining bright, the monstrosity of raw concrete didn't let it in. We kept taking turns, rounding corners and I tried to remember the way. Minho explained to me the concept of the Maze. The theory behind the numbering system. We started off at section eight and he lead me through all the numbers we could cover. First he showed me the outer circles and than we ran back to the inner ones. I did feel a bit lost as I wasn't sure if I was able to remember everything properly.

"Don't worry, I'm going to go through all the sections with you a couple of more times in the future so you don't have to feel bad if you don't remember something." He reassured me and I was very grateful for his words. I wasn't panicking, I didn't feel like I would have been lost if I was left alone as I did remember the way we came in, but I wasn't sure if I was running frantically from a Griever, than I would have been able to recognise where I was.

"Let's take a break." He said and we stopped at a more open area where we could actually see the sunlight breaking through.

"This place is huge." I exclaimed while taking out the bottle of water from my bag. Minho nodded in response. "I mean I imagined a Maze wouldn't be small, don't get me wrong. But this is like 10 times bigger than I thought." I stated looking around the place.

"It is huge and dangerous." He said. "Even though it's day light, we have to be very careful. There could be Grievers anywhere. Even though they have a pattern, I'm not sure they necessarily stick to it." He explained.

"Have you ever been stung before?" I started munching on my sandwich.

"No and I don't plan to." He shook his head. "There were others who got stung before and died. We didn't always have the serum. It was sent up only a couple of months ago and we didn't use it just yet, therefore we do not even know how well it's working."

"Remind me not to ever get stung." I joked, but he didn't seem to be in the mood.

"It's not funny. That could be the last memory of your life." He said with a serious expression.

"I'm aware, I'm just trying to take on things positively so I don't become a depressed, whining old hag by the time we get out of here." I sighed and shook my head at his sternness.

Minho showed me around the Maze, but we didn't explore everything he knew as he wanted to get back in time. We actually got back way before the doors were closing, but he wanted to show me around the Map room. As we ran past the doors, I saw Newt waving at me. I waved back and stuck my tongue out at him. He chuckled and showed me a thumbs up. As we arrived to the building of the Map room, I followed Minho as close as I could. I didn't want him to change his mind before I could even take a step inside.

In the centre of the room there was a huge table with a mock up of the Maze with every details in it. On the edge of the table there were papers and pencils. Minho walked up to me and took a pencil and a paper. He shoved it into my hand and sat down across the table.

"I want you to draw section 8 as you remember it. If you make a mistake that's fine, but try to remember as accurately as possible." He ordered and I took a seat and started drawing. It took me about 15 minutes as I had to stop thinking about how the walls were staying or if I didn't mix it up with section 7 instead. I finished quite quickly, but I wasn't sure if I didn't confuse the sections in my head. He took a look at it and closely inspected my drawing. "Good that." He said and a relieved smile spread across my face. "You only missed one wall, but other than that it's a flawless job." He complimented my work and I felt meters above the clouds in happiness.

"I'm just awesome." I smirked and he scoffed, but a grin appeared on his face too.

"Right, if you say so." He nudged me and left the Map room. I quickly followed behind.

"How was I though?" I started nagging him.

"Good enough." He said with a bored tone.

"What do you mean good enough? I was better than I expected myself to be." I hook my hand in his arm and looked up at him. He looked down at me and shook his head.

"Fine, than you were better than enough." I laughed.

"Woah, don't force yourself much." I punched his shoulder slightly. I let go of his arm as we entered the kitchen to avoid the suspicious looks. We grabbed each a plate and sat down with Alby, Newt and the greenie.

"How was it?" Newt asked me immediately as I sat my plate on the table.

"I'm a born Runner." I stated proudly.

"Healthy self-confidence you've got there." Minho scoffed, but he very obviously tried to keep a smile from revealing itself.

"You know I was good, you just don't dare to compliment me, because you don't want it to get to my head." I shrugged my shoulders.

"If you know me so well, then why do I even have to reply to anything you say?" He asked shoving another spoon-full into his mouth.

"I wouldn't want to prevent you from listening to your own voice. I know how much you love yourself." I chuckled at his 'I can't handle anymore of this bullshit' expression.

"Why do I have to listen to all this klunk all day long?" He shook his head.

"You know you love it." I grinned and continued eating.