The track hoe (newt x yn)

Chapter 2 "the glade?"

When the box opened, i was greeted with all guys. About 50 of them, maybe more, maybe a little less, was i the only girl?

I looked around as one of them jumped down. He had blonde scruffy hair, and deep brown chocolatey eyes. I recognized him, but from where? What was his name? Where did he come from?

"What is it?" A boy that i couldn't quite see said.

"It's a girl?" The boy said in a confused tone and a thick British accent.

I had one instinct, and it was to get out of this box, and get as far away from these guys as possible. I hopped up put of the box, not needing any help, and these boys seemed to be surprised just was able to. And i did as i thought. I ran. One of the boys was faster than me though, he was asian, with black hair and he was wearing a dirty blue shirt. He was about to tackle me, but he didn't need to. I slowed down to a stop to catch my breath.

"Damn greenie, you're fast." The boy said in a sassy tone, also needing to catch his breath from running.

Greenie? What did that mean? I was confused. All the other boys started to approach me. I lifted my arms in front of me to keep them from getting too close.

"Excuse my poor language, but where the fuck am i?" I said, almost angry.

"You're in the glade" the British boy said without any particular tone.

The glade? I turned to look at my surroundings. Green grass, in the corner a garden, and to the other side ragged poorly built shacks. Surrounding this area were large stone walls, pierced with thick green ivy.

"Do you remember your name?" A boy with highly arched eyebrows, freckles, and a buzzcut said.

"Y/N." I replied, confused as to why he asked.

I didn't feel like i was in danger, but i did feel scared. I was in a "glade" with 50 guys, no other girls, unsure of a way out, and one single memory piercing my skull. My brother. Was he here?

"Thomas" i said almost in a question.

The guys were confused. I looked at all of them and simply understood he wasn't there. Good. I risked my life for him to not be in here.

"Who?" A taller built black boy said. I assumed he was the leader cause when he stepped up, everyone else fell silent.

"My brother. Thomas. He isn't here, is he?" I asked to the boy standing in front of me.

"No. We don't know any shank named Thomas" the asian boy piped up a little bit. I didn't know why.

"Do you have any memories?" The black boy asked, he seemed genuinely curious.

"Just one. Of my brother, i think he was going to be sent up here, but i yelled for them to send me instead." I said, guilt nearly eating me up.

"Oh." The black boy simply said.