My Muse

The Glade

Hello! So, this is my first fanfic and if you like this one there will be much more to come! So, keep in mind that if there are any mistakes I'm VERY SUPER DUPER sorry but..... I'm 12 so leave me alone.

ON TO THE STORY!!

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Catlin! Catlin, wake up! WICKED is good! Do it for your brother!! Come on, just wake up!! My eyes sprung open when I heard those words echoing in my head over and over. My head pounded as I heard rattling of metal against metal, I looked around, only to find myself in some box-like thing going up. Wait, where am I? Better yet, who am I? I thought, how could I forget the most important thing, who I am!! Well, I know for sure my name is Catlin, but the only other thing I remember is song lyrics, not the artists, only the words and title. I slowly rose as I tried to regain my vision, when I did, I ran to the metal wall and started banging on it. "Help me!! Someone, please!" I pleaded, banging on the cage helplessly, only to have my energy draining out. So, I walked away, only to trip on something very hard, I groaned in pain as I looked behind me to see what I tripped over. As I turned my head I found that it wasn't a what, but it was a who. A boy, to be exact, I couldn't really see him, but I could see his brown hair and tattered blue shirt.

"Wait..." I looked down at my clothes only to find a dirty purple tank top, ripped blue skinny jeans, black sneakers, and a weird necklace that was a pink half heart. "Weird." I muttered to myself before the boy shot up, completley freaking out.

"Who are you? Where am I?!" He asked the same thing over again, but stopped when he knew I wasn't going to respond, instead he switched to banging on the walls. Suddenly, the big box thing jerked to a stop, startled, I scurried to a corner before two giant doors opened on the top, allowing sunlight to seep through. Suddenly, someone jumped into the box, making it shake a little. I squinted enough to see a blonde haired male, about my age, with a square jaw, dark brown, chocolate eyes, pale skin, and a limp. I wonder how it happened, I thought, before looking up to see a whole bunch of boys crowded around the box. Blondie, which is my new nickname for the boy, walked up to the boy as he cowered away.

"Welcome to the Glade, Greenie." Blondie said in a thick British accent, and a whole bunch of boy voices from above started saying weird things like:

"Who is it this time?"

"Look at the pathetic Greenbean."

"Who's the new Greenie?"

The boy was helped up by Blondie and climbed up on these rope-like things, it seemed like the boy in the box just forgot about me. But, of course, just as Blondie was about to leave, I put my hand down, only to have it hit a chain and cause a rattling noise. Blondie's head snapped towards me, he had to squint, but I was to busy burying my face in my huddled up knees. Then, it was silent, only the sound of footsteps from above were heard along with my rapid breathing, I slowly looked up, only to find Blondie kneeling right in front of me. We seemed to have a long staring contest until he reached out his hand to touch my arm, and of course, me being me, I cowered away more into the corner.

"Hey, hey, Greenie. It'll be okay, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm Newt." He introduced himself, holding out his hand for me to shake, which I did. Greenie, what's that? I thought as he stood up, dusted himself off, and held out his hand to me.

"I'm... Catlin." I told him as he helped me stand up. He smiled and nodded in response.

"Come on, we won't hurt you.... just, you're the only girl so if any of those shanks touch you, tell me and I'll deal with them." He lead me to two vine-like rope things, Newt started climbing it as so did I, trying my best not to fall.
When we reached the top I was blinded by sunlight and a swarm of teenage boys. All boys. They looked about the ages between 14 and 18, and very star-struck. I was surrounded by all of them, starting to get scared but I didn't dare show it.

"You slint-heads better slim it and get back before I banish all of you!!" A voice boomed, everything got quiet, and everyone started backing away, obviously scared about getting 'banished' or something. What does slint-heads mean? And slim it, what's up with all these wierd words? I wondered, first Greenie, now shuck and banishing? Wow. A dark skinned male about my age walked towards me, and the guy from the box- Newt, appeared next to me.

"Newt, give her the tour, and whatever you do, protect her from these drooling boys." He commanded, Newt nodded.

"Yes, Alby. Come on, Greenie." He gestured me to follow him, so I did, now that no boys were surrounding me, I could finally see where I was. T-There were walls.... everywhere, caging the large field of grass with man-made buildings, farms, and a forest. It was scorching hot, a sun burning down on the now-working males everywhere, that's when I realized that Newt was waving a hand in my face. "Greenie? Greenie, Greenie? Catlin?!" I finally snapped out of my daze at saw Newt impatiently standing in front of me.

"What?"

"I was explaining how things go around here."

"Oh... can you start from the beginning? I wasn't.... paying attention." I admitted, nervously scratching the back of my neck. He just smirked, nodded, then kept on walking beside me.

"Okay, this is The Glade, filled with all boys, until now, the thing you arrived in is The Box. Every month we get a new person who we call Greenies until a new person comes, every week we get supplies, those big walls surround the Glade, inside is a maze, so we call it The Maze. Now, here we have three rules. One: Do your part, we don't like slackers. Two: NEVER harm another Glader, trust me, you WILL be punished. And three: Whatever you do, DO NOT go beyond those walls, some pretty bloody horrible stuff goes on in there. Okay?"

"O...kay? Also, what do you mean about do your part?"

"Oh, right! Here we have jobs, Track-hoes, they attend to the plants and weeds, Med-jacks, they take care of the wounded, Sloppers, they cook all the food for the Gladers, Brick-nicks, they built every building here, Runners, they go into The Maze to find a way out, Keepers, basically the leaders of the Glade, Baggers, they take care of the dead bodies..." I kept listening to the jobs and names of the buildings, very curious of how they organized all of it and made up the names of things.

"Hey, Newt?" I asked once he finished explaining everything, his ears perked up and he looked at me.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering, if you can have two jobs."

"Um... well, I don't know, you'll have to try out all of them first then once you do, you can pick the one you're best at."

"Well, what if you're good at two?"

"W-Well, that never happened, b-but you'll have to take that to Alby."

"Is he a Keeper here?"

"Yeah, he was the first one to arrive at the Glade."

"Oh..." There was an akward silence, I saw Newt about to say something until a strangly familiar boy jogged up to us. He looked about 12 or 13, he had chocolate brown hair, brown eyes, and was a little chubby. Then, a word popped into my head, Chuck.

"Hey there! My name is-"

"Chuck." I finished blankly, Chuck's smile soon disappeared into confusion and Newt stared at me, too.