The Kite Runner: A Short Story

The whole glade was even more silent than usual. It was so weird. Normally all of the gladers would sit by the fire, talk and laugh and joke about their day. They would eat and drink a little bit but tonight everything was different. Thomas – the new greenie – ran into the maze to help one of the runners – Minho – to get Alby who was stung out of the maze. But he was too late. The doors closed just a second after the greenie entered the maze. They were dead and everybody knew it.

Nobody thought that anyone of these three would come out of the maze alive but on the next day Thomas, Minho and Alby were there. They were alive and (Y/N) couldn't believe it. No one had survived one night in the maze but these three. They did it. “Come on. Alby
needs help!”, Jeff called and (Y/N) put one of their leaders arms around her shoulder.
She was one of the med-jacks and did her job pretty good. (Y/N) liked to help, even if it's just something like putting on a plaster on someone's wound.
They put Alby on one of the self made beds and Jeff got a wet wash cloth to get him sort of clean. After that they opened his shirt. Alby was stung and they had no idea how to cure this. They didn't have a cure and that would mean that they had to banish their leader. Just like they did with Ben.

“Hey (Y/N) can you please take care of Alby?
I need to get some herbs from Fry, okay?”, Clint said and (Y/N) nodded. “Of course.” She looked over to the Leader and sighed. He wasn't getting better and when he woke up they had to banish him. She didn't know if she could do this again. The girl put the wash cloth on to Albys forehead and hoped that it would help. At least a little bit.
“Could you help me out?” (Y/N) turned around when she heard that oh so familiar voice. “Gally”, she smiled and stood up. Sometimes she thought that she was the only one who actually liked the builder. She knew that he could be harsh and sometimes even a little grumpy but she knew that he had a good heart and wanted the best for everyone here in the glade. He put a lot of effort in building them new shelters and beds and even if he didn't show it, he cared about every single Glader.
“Oh my god, what did you do?” The builders hand was covered in blood but Gally just shrugged. “It's not that bad. I slipped with the saw and... well.” (Y/N) sighed and put the Glader on one of the chairs. “You need to be more careful. Your job is dangerous Gal.” She got some bandages and disinfectant and turned around. After she disinfected the wound, she put some of the bandages around his hand and looked up. “What's wrong?” Her voice was soft and calm. She sensed that something wasn't alright.
“Nothing.”
“Don't you dare lying to me. I can see it in your face Gally. Tell me or I won't let you leave.”