Welcome to the Glade

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A/N: Disclaimer: James Dashner came up with the characters, I just added to them. Hey guys so sorry for the short chapters they are just filler chapter so bear with me.
Also the pictures above are not mine, I have put them in Photoshop and arranged them to look like that. Anyway Enjoy :)

Claire
I woke up with the sound of metal scraping against metal.
As I scrambbled to get up I banged my head on a box. Getting up with a groan I managed to stumble until I finally got my footing. I walked to the box ,"Property of W.I.C.K.E.D." it read. Was W.I.C.K.E.D. our supplier?
I was so distracted from my thoughts, that I didn't even take the time to look at my surrounding's.
I was in what looked like a square rusty metal crate. There was a box in one corner that contained things like rope, canned food, weapons, and a medical kit.
They all seem to have the same stamp imprinted on the side "Property of W.I.C.K.E.D." I read aloud. "But, what did that stand for?" talking aloud.

I walked around the small area of a "room", there wasn't much to see really.
After a while it got really lonely, just having myself to talk to. It seemed to have taken forever to reach to the "destination", I hoped there was one!

With a bang I was thrown across the crate, as I started to get up I found it very difficult. Slowly lifting myself, pain shot through my head, my feet suddenly became weak and I toppled over.
I waited until the pounding in my head subsided.
Then I placed my hand on the wall. Suddenly light exploded into the crate, and I was blinded. As I was covering my eyes, I saw a bunch of boys looking down at me with exquisited looks on their faces.
Someone then jumped into the crate and stared at me with confusion. Did I have something on my face ? I thought.
"It's a girl" a familiar british accent spoke.
How did I recognize him?
"Hello grennie, welcome to the glade " another boy spoke, as I looked up to see who the speaker was, he had a big evil smirk placed on his face.
I made a metal note to myself to not mess with him.

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