I jolted awake. It was still dark in the early morning. But I asked myself, "Does it seem like I care?! Uh, NO!" Even if it was dark outside, that didn't stop me from finding Brenda, the new girl.
I quietly slipped by the few snoring boys who were a few meters away from where I slept. I walked to the Hospital where I found Brenda in bedroom close to the front of the building.
When I walked in, she sleepily lifted her eyelids open. Her short dark hair framed her face on the pillow.
When she saw me, she moved slightly and mumbled in a raspy voice, "Ellie?"
I stood there shocked. How did she know my name? Did she remember?
"How did you know?..." It came out sort of like a croak.
"It's on my arm. I guess I wrote it... But I don't remember writing it down..." She rolled up her sleeve to look at the writing. She stared at it for a few minutes then looked up. "Do you know why I'm here and why I don't remember anything?"
"That's the exact question I've asked myself for about a week now." I answered glumly.
Brenda started talking again after a few minutes of silence, "Well, I guess I must've known you or something. Because why else would I write that on my arm?"
"I guess so." I replied. "Well, may I introduce myself properly? My name is Ellie, as you already know."
"My name is Brenda." I nodded as if I didn't already know that.
She and I started talking about the glade and I explained all I knew so far. I couldn't answer many of her questions. Suddenly there was a pause.
"I can trust you, right?" Brenda asked me. I nodded my head slightly, "mhm." She continued, "Well, your name on my arm isn't the only thing that I have found as a clue, I guess you can call it... I also found this..." She shifted in her hospital bed and unzipped her boot. There were 2 tubes of something. It looks like a needle with serum in it. In typed letters, the tubes said: Grief Serum.
My eyes widened. What was this? Why would whoever send us here send this too? It must be important...
Brenda saw my shock and said, "That's not the only thing..." She rolled up her pant-leg, and she showed me her ankle. On her ankle was written in all caps and big letters:
WICKED IS GOOD.
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Imprisoned ON HOLD
Akcja"What would you do if you fell asleep with your identity and woke up without one? What would you do if you saw all your friends suffer and joined them the next day? What did I do?" Ellie wakes up in the Glade where about 50 teenage guys live... In t...
