The Ascent from Darkness

The rise of the darkness as a teenager, the world around us seems to be very consumed. Life is chaotic from learning the human body to terrible British articles, but life goes slow when they return home. Their parents provide a variety of evacuation centers. Unfortunately, some of the teenagers are hiding a small secret behind closed doors and drinks. Society is not yet aware of the real problem of parent alcohol dependence. As a result, many children quietly suffer and are destined to trace their parents' footprints.

Ngala is sitting with agora and tears are dry in a warm flame. Her head was shaved and she wore a simple back skin with the legend of the first people engraved. And it rose from the darkness to the light. A few days before the funeral, her belly cried from fasting. She shifted to relieve foot and back pain. She looked at the mountain of trees at the funeral and remembered the lives of the people who left the world now. Shee said that Tomons' soul will return this hundreds of years journey to her hometown of their ancestors, bring them knowledge and more people will travel and be born in this life, their life cycle I believe I will restart

The dark room rose. The little boy did not know where he was when I woke up. I do not know who he is. "My name is Thomas." When that rise stopped, Thomas was driven from a dark room to a strange new world. The size of a teenager is greatly appreciated. Thomas is the newest member of Glade - a huge green square surrounded by a huge maze. During the day, Glade is the place to work hard. Because boys are dedicated to their particular important work, agriculture, cleaning, care and killing. However, there are not as important tasks as runners. The runner is the smartest, fastest boy who tries to enter the maze every day, records the course and finds the exit. The runner must be fast, every day is sunset, a huge door connecting the vacant land and the maze is closed, and unexplainable monsters are called greens to walk through the maze.

These interesting times may be very dark; politically, the right feathers are rising so deeply that the left feathers struggle in the puddle. For me, this is the choice of relatives, the right side is angry but misunderstood, the left side is sincere but dishonest, I began picking the former.