The Flare

C h a p t e r ~ O n e

Teresa could feel she was not herself.
All she could remember was her name, Teresa.
She also saw quick little images of what she had learnt, like riding a bike, -but not who taught her-
This was very frustrating as if you can imagine if you woke up in a strange room not remembering anything but your name.
She was so cold, she pulled the covers over her for warmth.
Teresa squinted as she slowly opened her eyes, the newly found light burning her eyes. She blinked fast to adjust to the light coming from a small window behind her.
She lay on the bed of whose she didn't know, staring up at the ceiling, her breath was the only sound.
It seemed too quiet. She felt curiousness boil up like fire in her heaving chest, she forced herself to sit up, thousands of questions spinning around inside her mind. Her feet touched the cold wooden floor, she winced and then forced herself to stand, her eyes still groggy.
Mouldy ceiling, dusty windowsills, wooden floor, This was definitely not home.

She heard a voice.
And then foot steps.
And then a small grunt.
The door creaked open and there stood in front of her was a teenage boy.
"Who are you?" He groaned
"Uh I'm Teresa, I think.. Why can't I remember anything?!" Teresa questioned, anger boiled inside her for the first time.
"Calm down, this happened to me too, happened to all of us" He said "by the way, my name is Thomas"
"Us? You mean there's more?" She said worried.
"Yes, meet, Newt.."
Seconds later a guy walked in, he was quite tall. Dirty-blonde hair. A square jaw, nice brown eyes.
"Hello, names Newts" he said in a kind silvery voice.
"Um, hi" Teresa said almost whispering.
"Shy little shank aren't ya" he said giggling.
Teresa just stood there staring at him -he seemed like a nice guy-
"Ok um, meet Alby, he's like the leader here."
Next minute a dark-skinned guy walked in, his posture looked strict -definitely like a leader-
"Hi greenie" he said in a low voice.
What's a greenie? Teresa thought
"Hi..." She said still shocked from what was happening.
"...And last but not least Minho, he's a runner, he goes exploring the.. The, uh forest." Thomas said, he seemed nervous.
A tall, muscular looking guy walked in.
"Hey, shank" he said, his voice, friendly.
Those words confused Teresa, what even was a shank?
All three of the guys walked out, except for Thomas.
They were alone.

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