Newt leads Shailene over to the fire, hand in hand. She has a toothy smile on her face, and she was glad to have it. "Hey there Greenie. Hows your day been?" A dark skinned boy said. "My names Alby, and I'm the Leader of the Glade. Don't let Newt fool you, he is second in command. Im in charge. If you listen to me, life here in the Glade will be easier for you." He said rudely. Shailene looks over at Newt, a questioning look on her face, and Newt nods. "Thats right, im Second In Command. But I deserve the same respect." Newt says jokingly. Shailene liked Newt's attitude more than Alby's, and she nodded, a smile on her face. Alby turned away toward the fire, beckoning Newt over to him. Alby gave him a lighted spear, and handed to Shailene. "Here ya go Greenie, finally get to have some fun today!" Newt said. Shailene holds the spear, not knowing what to do with it. Newt grabs your free hand, and drags her toward the fire. "LIGHT IT UP!" Alby yelled, and everyone who had a flaming spear thrust it forward into the fire. Hoots and hollers echoed around the Glade, and Shailene let out one of her own. Maybe she could get used to the Glade. Life here didn't seem too bad. And then, Thomas walked over
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The Glade Walker
FanficMetal scraping against stone. Thats all she can hear. 16- year old Shailene is in The Box. Her past has been wiped from her. All she can remember is her name. When she arrives in the Glade, she meets people that may connect to her past, and connect...
