The Girl in the Maze

Ch 1

Y/N =your name

You wake up in a cold, hard, metal box. You can barley see in the dim light. The metal box starts rushing up ward.
"Y/N." You say to your self. That's your name. You can't remember anything else, but that's your name. You look down and find a bunch of knives on your waist. Your wearing ripped blue jeans, a black short sleeve t-shirt, and you've got a small backpack slung over one arm. You try to stand and hit your head with a clunk. You crouch down and suddenly a lot of song lyrics, tunes, and rhythms fill your memory. But nothing more. Then the box comes to a sudden stop. Light and noise flood the space, and you grab a knife on your belt, frightened. Then a boy steps into the box. He has dirty blond hair, and a surprised look on his face. "It's a girl!" He cries up with a strong British accent. "Let me see!" "Yea, right!" and "Really?" 's come up from above. You face the boy. "No shit Sherlock." You say to him. He grins. "Looks like Minho's got some compitition for the sass throne. " He says to you. You scowl. You don't know who Minho is, but you hate being compared to anyone. "Oi, what's taking so long, Newt?" A voice calls down. The boy, supposedly Newt, calks back, "Don't worry, shuck-face!" He takes a step closer. You back into a corner, holding a knife up. He seems to just notice all the weapons hanging from your belt. The idiot. "Holy shucks..." He says under his breath. Then to you, "Hey, put the knife away, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you." "Come with me. I'll take you up." I have to make a plan. You pretend to trust him. You gotta get outta this stupid box/crate thingy first. Then you'll run... Wherever there is. It'll have to be a split second dash.
You take his outstreched hand and he pulls you up. Murmurings of "She really is a girl..." And "Huh. So he was telling the truth..." Fill the air.
While you survey your surroundings, Newt keeps talking to you. You keep half a mind foucused on him. "So, greeni-" "Y/N." You say. "What?" He asks. "That's my name." You say, looking him in the eye for a moment. "Well, Y/N, this is the glade." He says while you keep looking around.
Your in a large field. A few poorly looking huts, a few trees, a big stone wall with four doors...and a forest.

That'll do well for cover. But you want to investigate the big stone door things. Prioritize. You tell yourself. You can find out more later. Newt is still talking, the idiot.

"And so we have three rules in the glade. The first is that everyone does their part. We can't have any slackers.
"The second is that..." You decide you've heard enough. You push off on the balls of your feet and run towards the forest.
You hear shouts and cries behind you, but you keep running, knife in your hand. Someone tackles you to the ground. "Get her Gally!" Someone cries. You push the boy off and keep running. You run for a few minutes, until you're deep in the forest. Finding a tall tree, you climb up, going to the top. About five minutes later, a group of four or five boys run under your tree, passing you completely. The idiots.