The Maze Runner; James Dashner
“The first hour passed, and Thomas felt boredom creep in like rats under the door. By hour number two, he wanted to bang his head against the wall. Two hours after that he started to think that having dinner with Gally and the Grievers would beat sitting inside the stupid slammer. He sat and tried to bring back memories, but every effort evaporated into oblivious mist before anything formed.”
He was sitting in the corner for a long time. He was so bored.
My Original Passage
Tom crouched in the corner like a gorilla in the zoo. There was no clock around him, but he could tell by the warm air that it was still light out. He could hear the playful calls of his friends coming from outside of the box-shaped room. By the minute, the calls grew louder, becoming more lively every time. Tom wished he knew what was going on, he wanted to be a part of it to, but he sat, for hours on end listened and wondered about what was going on. When the air got cold and room got dark, the calls faded and turned to quiet whispers. Until all Tom could hear was the sound of the snores coming from the west homestead nearly fifty feet away.
“All eyes turned to me. It was as if a huge spaceship hovered over me, pouring a blinding beam of light on my head. So much for being invisible.”
“One Plus One Equals Blue”
People looked at him, he was nervous.
The sky was a light gray, burnt marshmallow clouds covering the early morning sun. Basil, with his heavy backpack on, keychains clashing together as he bounded across the blacktop, smiled because he knew today was his day. He tossed his backpack by the classroom and, as he reached the elementary school field, plopped himself down on the white, frosty grass. In his tiny second grader fist, he held one of his keychains, a rusty coin, which he then proceeded to bury in the mud. His friends would never be able to find this treasure in the pirate game they played every recess. Clang, clang, clang. The warning bell for class to start sounded across the school, booming through the speakers with a drab, somewhat annoying noise Basil had heard a million times before. The kids started running back to their classrooms. As little Basil reached his welcoming, warm classroom, he noticed some of his classmates were looking at something a little strangely, the girls and boys giggled as he bent over to grab his backpack. Then, his teacher came outside. She smiled at him, then took him aside. ¨Basil, you have something on your pants.¨ Basil reached down and found his butt pocket of his new shorts muddy, wet, and cold. Tears started to stream down his red, embarrassed cheeks. He hiccuped as he realized the wet grass had made his pants like this, and then he remembered his coin, and that he forgot where he buried it. Today really wasn't his day after all.