Slammer it is.

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Her P.O.V:

Nobody dared to say a word on the way back, and of course, blondie didn't let me go. Instead he held me even tighter, making sure I was following. Eventually he would slow down a little to wait for me as I was obstinately dragging my feet. So many questions came tumbling out in my head though I was pretty sure mister perfect-spikey-black-hair would just coldly answer that sooner or later I would get an answer so I said nothing.

When we finally arrived in the square shaped field, I recognized the tall black boy called Alby waiting for us with his arms crossed over his chest. He walked towards us and as he was nearing us, I realized how imposing he was and yet there was nothing scary about him other than his permanent scowl and eventually his height. I shrank back a little only to feel a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry, Greenie, he's not gonna eat you, 'kay?" A thick accent calmly whispered.

"I'm not afraid." I frowned. Of course I was lying, how could I be reassured in a place I didn't know, with freaking boys everywhere. Someone pocked my free shoulder, causing me to jump backwards with a tiny yelp.

"...You're totally freaking out!" The Asian boy laughed as I was trying really hard not to blush.

"Shut your bloody hole, Minho, she has every reason to be scared! Now stop being so annoyin', will ya'?" Blondie nudged his friend before Alby arrived.

"Just in time for the gathering. You took forever. Thought you'd never come back. He glanced at me and then looked at the two boys. Not the moment to jerk around, pick up your arses and meet us at the Homestead."

The gathering was like a trial at the court, only we were in a large room which contained a few seats for what they called the 'council'. They were organized into a circle, Alby was in the middle and I was sitting between one rather short boy, with grey hair already conquering his usual black and another taller one who smelled like burnt food but had a warm expression. What an awkward situation. I really wished to have invisibility skills, or to make one with the chair so nobody could pay attention to me... Ugh, how uneasy I felt. I could almost feel all the stares penetrating my body.

"How rude..." I muttered to myself.

"What is?" The food-smelling guy asked, his dark eyes staring down at mine.

"Every single one of you, weirdos." This wasn't meant to be funny but he let out chuckle.

"I'm Frypan, keeper of the -" I cut him short with a cold "Great." which didn't seem to offend him at all.

"Feisty one, huh?" the other boy by my right smirked so I just rolled my eyes. A heavy silence filled the room when Alby loudly cleared his throat.

"Okay, so as you know, today is not a usual day. For none of us." His eyes caught mine for a second. "For the first time in two years, a girl entered the Glade. Not only she entered it but she also leaved it. The weird thing here is that she didn't arrive by the Box, like greenies usually do. Minho and Newt, you found her first, right? Did you notice anything suspect other than... Her?" The concerned teenagers exchanged a look and the one named (now, I won't call him sass-man) Minho stood up.

"The greenbean was almost buried into a pile of ivy coming from nowhere. 'T was real strange, and everything around her was clean and normal, so I'd say she was put here on purpose, otherwise we would've found some missing ivy on the walls, or mud tracks on the floor... I say the shucking creators are messing with us!"

What the... Since the beginning, I barely understood what they were all saying, they kept using strange words like 'shuck, greenie, shank'... And what the holy hell was a creator'?! Another boy hastily stood up and pointed at me as if I was a witch or something. His eyebrows knitted together as he sharply spoke.

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