No memories
No answers
No real identity
1 year and 1/2 and nobody other then a boy has arrived in the box, that is until a unthinkable mistake was made.
Eliza ended up in the Glade just like everyone else did. Wake up in a box with no memories, do...
I was so confused at this point, but I couldn't do anything but take the boy's hand.
He pulled me up and let go of my arm, giving me space. But my legs felt like jelly and gave out from underneath me.
The boy reacted quickly and caught me before I hit the floor. "Hmm, guess I'll have to carry you out, is that okay?" He asked putting his arm around my waist holding me up.
I nodded as he grabbed my legs in one arm and my waist in the other, holding me bridal style as I put my arms around his neck for support.
Someone threw a rope down with a loophole at the bottom for the boy to grab. He put one foot in the hole and used a hand to hold the rope while still carrying me.
I looked at his arms, they were muscular and showed a few veins that I found oddly attractive. His jaw was defined and he was very handsome.
The rope was pulled up and we were lifted out of the box onto a stone courtyard. Grass popped up between rocks and the stones were cool despite the sun shining down.
Some of the boys grabbed the boy and helped him out as he set me on the ground. Everyone crowded around me and some even poked me. But after a swat at their hand and a stone cold glare, they stopped, not wanting to get kicked like the one boy did.
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Suddenly they all moved away, parting to the side as they all looked at a few boys walking towards me. One was Asian with dark hair, the second one was the eyebrows boy, another was the blonde boy who helped me out of the box, and the last one had dark skin and short black hair. All of them looked to be around the same age, 16-18 years old.
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They all stopped in front of me looking down at me. Eyebrows looked ready to kill, the Asian one scoffed a bit rolling his eyes, the blonde one looked genuinely concerned, and the dark skinned one had a stern, serious face.
"Who are you?" The dark skinned one asked, he looked to be about in his late teens and appeared to be the leader.
"I-I uh..." I stuttered. What could I say? I didn't even remember my own name!
"Do you remember your name?" He asked. I furrowed my brows and focused, trying to remember but nothing came to me. I shook my head in defeat. He groaned a bit in annoyance but seemed to understand that I was trying my best.
"Don't worry, it happens to all of us." He said. "My name's Alby, I'm the leader here. The blonde is Newt, second in command. Eyebrows is Gally, and the Asian is Minho." He said pointing to each of the boys behind him.
"And while you're here, you will live by the rules, do your part, and not get into trouble. We don't allow trouble makers to run around and mess up all we've built. You got that?" Alby asked raising a eyebrow.
"Yes." I squeaked out, my throat still dry a bit.
No doubt I was scared.
"What is that?" The Asian one asked pointing to my pocket.
I looked down, the paper I found was sticking out enough for someone to notice.
Alby held out his hand as I pulled the paper out and gave it to him. Gally, Newt, and Minho looked over his shoulder as Alby unfolded it and read it over a few times, his forehead creased and his eyes sparked.
"Put her in the Slammer!" He ordered. A few confused gasps and shouts emerged from the crowd.
The Slammer.
That didn't sound good.
"What, why?" I asked, feeling queasy and scared.
"See for yourself," Minho said as Alby held the paper out for me to see what was written.
A single word was printed in dark ink on the crumpled paper.
