It was an early morning when the Gladers heard the Box rising. the creak and squeal of metal in metal woke those who weren't awake. the sound of the Box was all to familiar, after receiving a new Brownie each month for the past 5 years. the Gladers casually walked over to the center of the grassy space, ready to pull out a traumatized boy. everyone gathered around, and Newt regarded the Box with vague interest. he prepared himself to give the monthly speech to the newbie, but froze when Chuck and Isaac pulled the Box open. Inside lay 6 girls, all shading their eyes from the sky. All the boys could do was stare in shock. There hadn't been a delivery of more than one Brownie since 5 years ago when the first 10 Gladers were sent up together, let alone girls. Almost all of them looked confused besides the two reading and the one in the corner wearing pajamas and staring at the boys angrily. The ones reading looked quite bored, and the one in the corner just looked pissed off.
"What the actual fuck!!!?" yelled the sleepy one, disrupting the awkward silence. "I was sleeping, ya know!!!!" she yelled again, her voice echoing off the Box walls. The other 3 girls just looked terrified. All of the Gladers stood, shocked. One of the girls had huge green eyes and electric blue hair,and another one had hair as white as snow and she's extremely tall.
"Bloody hell," Newt muttered, voicing everybody's thoughts.
The girl with the white hair slowly got to her feet , then suddenly leaped out of the Box, startling all of the Gladers. Before anyone knew what was happening, she reached out and punched Isaac in the face, hard. Taken aback, Isaac reached up to feel the welt that had formed on his forehead, wincing, but before he could say anything, the girl rears back and knees him in the crotch, a look of pure rage evident in her eyes. Isaac doubles over, groaning in pain.
"Whoa there. Slim it. Nice and calm, Brownie. Nobody's gonna hurt you," says Alby. He has his hands held up above his head, fingers spread out, backing away as though she were some sort of dangerous animal. Isaac scrambles up from the fetal position, following Alby's lead. Soon everyone is a safe distance from her, hands held above their heads, except for Newt.
He was in the back, arms crossed over his chest, thinking that the way everyone was acting was ridiculous. She wasn't an animal. Newt shoved his way throughout the crowd towards the girl, craning his neck to look up at her face.
"Welcome to the Glade," he said. He tried not to show how terrified he felt.
"Who are you people?" The girl asked
"We're the Gladers. My name is Newt." After a pause he asked, "What's your name?"
She is silent for such a long time that Newt thought she wouldn't respond. But eventually, she said "Nala." "Nice to meet you, Nala." Newt held out his hand for her to shake, but she didn't take it, so he awkwardly reached back to scratch his neck. "Um, okay. You know the drill shanks. Let's get them out of the Box and give them the Tour."
Suddenly they heard soft snoring coming from the Box. Turning their attention away from Nala, the Gladers peered into the Box only to find the 2 girls reading again and the small angry child sleeping. The other 2 girls were looking around curiously, not really comprehending what was happening. Nala sighed and started pulling the girls out, one by one.
