WCKD's girl

The Box

My life started out in a metal box, going up at full speed. I didn't know wether to be scared or not, I too tierd to really think. I felt my eyelids getting heavy agien and I was out agien.

'She's the last on evah,' I heard a voice say. I cracked my eyes open just a bit and realized that I was being stared at by maybe fifty teenagers. All of them were male. I got up into a sitting position and backed up to the hand corner behind me, starring back at all the boys. 

'She's kinda cute,' one of the boys said.

'Dibs!' Another one shouted.

'How old does she look?' Someone in the further back asked. 

'Slim it!' It was the same voice that woken me up. I realized that he was in the box too. He looked back at me for a second. He had deep brown eyes and messy dirty blond hair. 'Let the poor girl breath.'

'What's going on?' A strong voice from the back asked. He pushed his way through the crowd, but when he laid his eyes on me, he just stood there, shocked, confused.

'What?' I spoke up. I was sick of being stared like an attraction on display.

The brown eyed boy spoke up agien. 'Come on, I'll help you up,' he offered me his hand. I stared at it, scared to take it. I looked up at his face agien, an encouraging smile plastered on it. I didn't see how else I was to get out, so I took it. He pulled me up to my feet and led me to a rope another boys had lowered down into the box. I climbed up, surprisingly well. When I got to the top, I was the one that froze. I were surrounded by four huge stone walls, each with an opening reaching the top of the walls. When the blond haired boy got up, he walked over to me. 'Welcome to the Glade, Greenie,' he said.

I tried to keep my face as straight as possible, I couldn't show these people that I was scared - no, terrified. I didn't know their intentintentions yet. The same man that had frozen when he saw me, walked over to us. He had dark skin, hair shaved down to his scalp. 'You'll get your tour tomorrow.' Wow. Way to inform a girl who couldn't even remember her own name. Wait what?

'Why can't I remember anything?' I asked, not even trying to hide the panic in my voice anymore.

'Don't worry, it happens to all of us,' he said, a bored expression on his face like he knew this question would come. 'You'll get your name back eventually.'

I turned around to look back at the circle of boys that had once surrounded the box, surrounding us now, only a few of the more interested in the other contents of the box.

'The last one those Shanks decide to send up is a girl?' A boy with high, thin eyebrows spoke up. 'You guys still think I'm overeating, don't you?'

'Just slim it, Gally,' an Asian boy with spiked up hair and tan skin said.

The - I'm guessing his name is Gally- boy threw his hands up and stomped away to one of the various huts.

'Come on' the dark skinned boy motioned me to follow him. We walked over to the edge of some woods with various hammocks hung at random heights from the ground, some hanging over others. 'Choose wisely, because that's the hammock you'll be stuck with, at least until morning because we're not gonna have Shanks repositioning hammocks in the middle of the Shuck night.

He handed me a folded up hammock with a thin blanket on top and walked off. I knew I wasn't going to like the guy, so I didn't go chasing after him, luckily though, another, younger, boy came and decided to keep me company instead.

'Do you need any help?' The short, curley haired boy asked eagerly.

'Uhh, any hammocks I should try to avoid sleeping close to?'

'Yeah, Minhos and Gallys,' he pointed at two different hammocks on opposite sides of the area. 'They snore, like really loud.' This kid really wasn't ashamed of saying this.

'Thanks, uhh . . .'

'Chuck' 

I nodded awkwardly. I didn't have anything to tell him. No name. No backstory. No age.

'Chuck,' I said, 'how old would you say I look?'

He studied me for a few second. 'Fifteen, maybe sixteen. Do you want to know what you look like? We don't have many mirrors around here.'

'Sure' I nod.

'Kinda wavy, brown hair, just about your back, a blue and a green eye and quite pale skin.'

Different coloured eyes? Like aI couldn't feel anymore different.

I nodded and went for the middle of the area, looking for a spot to claim. 

'That's good,' he nodded. I tried to smile at the boy, unsure wether it looked genuine or not. I can't remember what makes me smile, had I even had a happy life before being sent here? Had I laughed a lot? 

I looked up at the walls agien, studied them. How was any of this even possible? I started making my way towards on of them. 

'Hey, wait,' Chuck called, catching up behind me.  'You can go in there.'

'Why not?' I asked.

'You just can't, especially not now.'

Just then a tall, tan Asian boy ran out of one of the openings, sweaty and out of puff, his hair wet and messy.

'What the shuck?' He murmured and stopped in front of us. 'That's the new Greenie?' he asked Chuck like I wasn't there.

'Yeah, Albys gonna have a meeting tomorrow, so you'll probably get a day off,' said Chuck.

He looked at me like he'd never seen a girl in his life.

'What?' I asked. 'Haven't you ever seen a girl before?'

The boy patted Chuck on the shoulder and told him he'd look for Alby.

'What was that all about?' I asked Chuck after the boy had left.

'Nothing, don't think about it.'

'How could I not think about it?' I asked. I had tried to keep my voice calm when talking to this kid, but he was really getting on my nerve now.

Suddenly there was a loud, ear-splitting rumble comming from every direction.

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