The Moon. (Newt fanfic)

Chapter: 1

(Authors note: Okay so this is my very first fan fiction. So, I hope you like it! Also I don't know when I'm gonna update.. sooo sorry if I take a week guys.)

Darkness, that's all I saw. Nothing, I can't remember anything. What was happening?
I was moving. I was moving upward, at least I think I am. I sat up. I looked around and I still couldn't see anything. My stomach was turning and I felt like throwing up.
Pictures started to pop into my head. The sun, water, houses, animals. What was happening? I stood up and tried to move around, but when I did the thing I was in stopped. I fell down and my arm hit something sharp.
I was about to yell, but before I could do anything a light came from above. I squinted at the sight. I could hear voices from above. I backed up and someone jumped into the box.
"What's in there?"
"What's happening?!"
My eyes were finally adjusting when I looked up there were... Boys. About 12 boys were up there. I looked in front of me and saw another boy.
"Who the shuck are you?" The boy said.
He had shaggy brown hair and he looked like he was around age 15 or 16. He was skinny and kinda tall.
I opened my mouth, but then closed it. I didn't know who I was. What was my name?
The boy snapped his fingers in my face.
"Hello?!"
I looked up at him, then I looked around me. There was a paper  where I had been sitting. The boy took it and read out loud, "One new person each month."
He looked up at the boys, then back at me with a confused look.
"Who sent you here, greenie?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. I could feel tears in my eyes, but I didn't dare let them fall.
Another boy jumped into the box.
"Back off, Nick. She just got here." He said.
His voice was different, though. It was so familiar. British. That's it! But how did I know that.
He turned and faced me. He had sandy brown hair and gentle chocolate eyes. He, like the other boy was around 15 or 16. He looked down at my arm and I looked down too. I had a cut on my arm. It was bleeding.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
I was about to say something, but then I felt dizzy. I fell to the floor and the last thing I remember was a pain in my head and being scooped up in the British boys arms.