Chapter Three: Minho

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Wow, you're still reading this! I'm impressed!
Just a quick note, I don't like swearing, verbally or in writing, so I just put a little star (*) where the whole word should be, just so you get the idea.

You shake his hand, "What the he*l is a Glade?" You ask. "Your new home." He replies, grabbing a rope from behind him. "Here," He says, holding his arm out. "I can help myself, thanks." You sassed back. Grabbing the edge of the metal Box, you easily hoisted yourself up. When you stood up and looked around, about 40 or so boys were staring at you.

"Da*n" one said, looking at you approvingly. He had jet-black hair, almond shaped eyes, and bulky arms. You scoffed, "Don't look so surprised." "No one's ever climbed out the Box on their own," he explained.

"Better watch your klunk Minho, this one's sassy and strong." Newt grinned. Minho rolled his eyes, glancing back over at you. Someone behind you yelled "I got dibs!" You slowly turned to look at the boy, who was grinning like an idiot. "If you come anywhere near me, I'll wipe that stupid smirk off your face." You growled, walking over to the boy, who was looking like he'd seen a ghost.

The boy from the Box grabbed your shoulder. "You got a lot to learn Greenie." Looking at you with stern eyes. "Well," you said as you stared back at him, "why don't we start now."

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