Moonsickness

Chapter 3

The short pudgy boy walked towards the Greenbean. The Greenie was staring at a small silver bug like thing on the tree. It had legs running the length of its body. It had bright red light for eyes. It looked more like a mechanical object than a bug.

"Hey there Greenbean." Chuck said whilst walking up to her.

"What is a Greenbean? And why does everyone keep calling me that?" She asked. Not intending to sound as harsh as she did.

"It's a word we Gladers use to describe the newest newbies. Just like the word Greenie." Chuck explained to her with great joy. He looked way to happy for the vibe this place and the other boys here gave of.

"I know this place doesn't seem like the nicest place to live but it's better than living in a pile of klunk." Chuck smiled at her. Laughing at his own joke. The Greenie however looked very confused. What did klunk mean? She decided to ask him this.

"Klunk is another word for poo." Chuck simply said. A mischievous look playing on his face after saying a "bad word". She realised his pureness and light-heartedness made her feel more relaxed, for how far one could be relaxed in the situation she was currently in. Chuck was a light in this darkness to the Greenie.

Chuck explained more words to her and also explained what every profession in the Glade was. Yet again the Gladers used strange words like Track-Hoes, Slicers, Med-jacks and Bricknicks.

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It was so disturbing to her how she mostly remembered the workings of the world but emptied of specifics faces and names. Even her own name.

"How do you know your name is Chuck?" The Greenie asked. She was still searching her brain and memories for a hint of what her name was. The image of a moon over a large meadow kept showing up but nothing else came up. Why couldn't she remember her parents? Or her siblings, if she even had any. She was snapped back to reality by Chuck talking.

"When we arrive in the glade the only thing we remember is our name. We generally don't know our age, what we look like or how we sound." Chuck explained. It didn't seem to bother him that much. 

"How come I know my age and not my name then?" The Greenie asked the young boy. His eyes widened in excitement and disbelieve.

"You're the first one!" Chuck exclaims with excitement. At this point he was practically jumping up and down with joy and wonder. "Oooo, tell me how old you are. Please?" Chuck emphasised the please and looked at her with big eyes.

"I'm sixteen years old. Do you know how old you are?" The girl asked.

"I think I'm twelve years old. Honestly I'm not sure but I look to be around that age." Chuck rambled on.

"Can you tell me what I look like? Because I have honestly no idea."

"Of course!" Chuck replied. "You have long dark hair and you are around 5'4 or 5'5." Chuck gazed at her eyes for a bit and got really close to her. The Greenie wondered if he knew how uncomfortable this was to her. Chuck then jumped back and said "You have light hazel-ish eyes." Something twinkled in his eyes. Mischief, the girl knew.

"And of course you're ugly as a fried liver on a stick." The boy chuckled.

The girl her eyes widened with shock for a second.

"So that means that I am better looking than you. Good that." The Greenie said back, trying to introduce some Glader slang into her sentence by using good that. Both of them laughed. The girl felt that it was nice the laugh. It made her forget some of her worries.