The first voices that I hear, in what seems like days, embeds me in confusement and curiousness. I am conscious yet, I keep my eyes firmly shut because I don't want to alert them that I am awake; whoever they are.
"It's a girl," I hear someone,that sounds vaguely familiar say.
"Another one?" A strong American accent asks," but I thought Teresa was the last;the note said."
"Well, I guess the people that put us here lie a lot," the familiar voice replies.
I think I hear a shuffle of boots so I open one eye, then the other. "She's awake! Look!" Another person shouts; he sounds different and has piercing evergreen eyes. I don't expect to be seen awake so I jolt back in shock and hit my head. The box I am trapped in must be extremely hard because shockingly, it manages to knock me out.
'The bold letters imprinted on her right arm spoke of no fun at all. It had been a few weeks since she had arrived at WICKED and every single day was exactly the same; Breakfast,Survival training, Combat simulator, Lunch, Daily tests, Reading, Dinner, 'Wicked is good' recital, and finally bedtime. The only good part was breakfast, when she finally got to see her comfort once she had dragged herself out of bed after ghastly memories had haunted her dreams the previous night. He was always the one that lit up her day. The boy with dark blonde hair and chocolatey brown eyes that made her melt every time she saw them gazing at her olive skin and chestnut brown hair.'
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FanfictionWhen she awakens in the glade, Netty is welcomed by a boy with ragged blonde hair and chocolatey brown eyes. He seems very protective over her and she can't work out why. There is only one explanation. Love.
