Part 3: The Box📦

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I wake up in a strange box. It was made of metal and it was painful to sit in. I was surrounded by boxs and crates labeled WICKED. Wicked? That word, I knew it. It somehow triggered something and I remembered people, including myself and the girl beside me. There was a guy named Thomas, who dated my sister Mya, the girl Taylor beside me who was my twin, a girl named Teresa who was my best friend, a guy named Newt who I guess I liked and a guy named Minho who was my other best friend. I had long brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I worked for a place called WICKED. I betrayed them and got sent to a place. I don't know what this place was but, I guess I was gonna find out soon. I plop down. My names was Adelaide I remembered. I sat and waited for this box to stop moving. It seemed like hours before it finally stopped moving. I sigh in relief. Taylor was unconscious so she wasn't talking to me. I look up and wait, laying on my back in the box, just waiting and waiting. I decided to call it the box because it was exactly that. A metal box. Then, for some reason, a panicing feeling forms in my stomach and my lungs fill with water. I lean over and cough it up. I started crying from the pain, then the doors open and there standing above me, was Newt. Mya, wasn't far behind him. He looked as cute as always. I stare up at him and muster a tiny "hi newt, remember me?", He stares at me in disbelief. "A-a-adelaide? Your here? Mya told me.", my face switches from pain and fear to relief and happiness. Atleast until Isabella appears. She wraps and arm around Newt's waist and snuggles into him, giving me a sly look. "Ahh your the famous Adelaide that Mya and Newt don't stop talking about!" A guy I remember named Minho laughs, looking down at me. I return the chuckle and sigh "They talk about me?", I question. He nodds and Newt looks at me, using his eyes, points to Isabella who was still clinging to him and mouths "I honestly hate her.", I stare in disbelief and he nodds. I clamber out and into the glade.

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