WICKED is not Good

The Horrible Glade

Panting I sit up. I put my head in between my knees and I concentrate.

My name is Sierra.

That's all I can remember. My past, what I did when I was little, gone.

How? Do I have amnesia? Am I dead?! If this is heaven, where is the golden gates? The angels, welcoming me.

Suddenly I come to an ear splitting stop. Green and red lights take turns dancing around me. It looks like Christmas.

A scraping sound makes me plug my ears. Then I see the sun and people's shadows.

"Is he wimpy?" A guy asks.
"I can use the help in the kitchen!"
"Does he look good?"
"Dude are you gay?!" Another guy asks the person who just spoke.

"Slim it! It's not a boy! It's a bloody girl! And your yapping is terrifying her!" A British man speaks, silencing the crowd.

A man jumps in front of me. He has brown short hair and deep brown eyes.

"I'm Thomas. Lemme help you up Greenie."

He takes my hand and it's warm. "I'm Sierra." I state in a hushed voice.

"That's a pretty name."

I get up out of the box I was in and sigh.

I sniff and boy stench is everywhere. Sweat, food, and... Blood?

The boys push me around and still holding Thomas' hand he pulls me out out the mob I was in and gives me tour.

"Where are we?" I ask.

"The Glade, usually Alby does this but he's busy."

I let go of his hand, it was getting sweaty.

"Why can't I remember anything?"

"The Creators wiped our memories. We don't know why but they did. That's the Homestead. Everything happens in there."

Thomas continues to show me around, at the end of the tour he helps me with my hammock.

A blonde boy comes over to Thomas and I with a limp.

"Hey Greenbean. How ya likin the Glade?" He had a British accent. That must be the guy who announced I was a girl.

"Hello Newt." Thomas says to the boy.

"Newt it's just fine." I say.

Newt smiles. "Glad."

Then he limps away.

How do I get out of here?

"I'm gonna get Chuck. Stay here and rest." Thomas orders me.

"Don't think I can handle myself?"

"No. Just you need to rest, I know how it feels being in the Box."

I nod and lay down on my hammock.

Soon a little chubby boy comes jogging my way.

"Hey Sierra! I'm Chuck!" Chuck introduces himself.

"Hello."

"Welcome to the Glade. Let's go eat. You must be starving!"

"The Glade isn't very welcoming."

"Don't worry. It'll warm up to you." Chuck says cheerfully.

"Okay."

"So food?"

I bring my eyebrows together. "Umm Thomas said to rest..."

"Who cares about Thomas? You need to eat."

I widen my eyes. "Wow okay. Well I guess I can have some food."

Chuck smiles and leads me to the kitchen.
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