Chapter 1

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I wake to the noise of cogs and gears scratching together menacingly. My head spins relentlessly as I shift myself up into a sitting position. Memories somehow start faling out of my.mind. Riding a bike? Who taught me? Do I have parents? I let out a piercing scream of anger and sadness.

Fear slowly eeks its way into me as the cold metal cage scrapes up the elevator. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP?!" I yell, my voice raw. Tears begin to form but I blink them back, knowing I had to be strong.

A sharp pain pricks my leg. I wince and look down to see a small pocket knife, its tip protruding from my brown combat boots. I pick it up and clench it tightly in my hand as if it was my last hope of life.

A red light snaps my mind from its daze. My head snaps upwards as the light comes forward, faster and faster. This is it  I thought. Bye world. I just seemed a shame to die...

The red light blinded me, before I thought I would hit it. Surprisingly, there was no impact. I looked up to see two metal trapdoors being opened. I held my knife infront of me as my eyes noticed around 50 boys. Damn I gulped.

A tall muscular boy with crazy eyebrows laughed dryly. "Sloppers again honestly. What.a. peice.of.klunk!"
"Shut your hole Gally!" A blond replied with a strange accent.

The blond jumped down into the box. Boys shouted at him to say what I was. "It's a girl?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed. "What do I look like? A giraffe?" I replied, my voice laced with sarcasm.

"Bloody hell... I don't need ANOTHER Minho!" Blondie rolled his eyes." Names Newt, welcome to the glade greenie.

"Ex-quuuuse me? Am I too much for you shanks?" An asian boy (probably Minho) replied.

I jumped out of the box and ran like my life depended on it. Just as I neared a huge grey wall, I was tackled to the ground by - Newt was it? "Greenie what the hell do you think you're doing?" I looked up into his brown eyes and sighed. "I don't know..."

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