𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗧𝗛, gally (tmr)

Chapter Two

Ada wasn't prepared for the room to fill with light the following day. Having arrived in darkness, she lazily expected the place to be just as dull as she saw it that night.

It definitely wasn't.

She woke up, buried in thick white covers, and her eyes stinging from crying so much before she fell asleep. Sitting up, her eyes caught instantly on the window to her side, where the sun was shining through and hitting her directly in the face.

Peering outside, she could only see the blue sky and what seemed to be a gigantic stone wall. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and she threw the covers from herself to get up and approach the window, to look closer.

But she wasn't mistaken.

Right in front of her eyes, past the grass and fields, was a one hundred foot tall stone wall, smothered in patches of ivy. Her heart sunk down to her stomach, and she swallowed the lump forming in her throat.

We're trapped in here, aren't we?

It would make some sense. Why there were no adults, why the wooden shack was creaky and modest, why they had a teen leader and second-in-command.

The door suddenly opened and she let out an involuntary yelp, moving away from the window as she jumped out of fright. Newt's blonde head popped out from around it, eyes innocently wide.

"Hey there Greenie."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" She hissed, before she could stop herself.

She didn't mean to be harsh, and the flash of pain that passed across Newt's face only made her guilt grow. He straightened up, moving past the doorway so he could lean against the wall.

"It's what we call our Newbies. You got a name?" He raised his eyebrows, watching her expectantly.

"Yeah, actually." She shifted so she was standing more proudly, and a ghost of a smile passed her lips when she saw Newt's eyebrows shoot up. "Ada."

His face settled with a smile now, and he swung the door open wider. "Well Ada, your breakfast is ready. Cooks aren't gonna be serving all bloody day."

He turned abruptly on his heel, stalking out of the room, and left her to jog and catch up to avoid getting lost. She quickly caught up, following his long strides down the corridor and down the stairs, as the smell of food grew stronger and stronger.

She could hear a chatter rising up from the bottom of the Homestead, and as she reached the bottom of the stairs, it all came into view. The boys were all sat at long wooden tables, plates piled with bacon, sausages, and eggs in front of them as they chatted away and shovelled food into their mouths.

Newt had sidled over to where the food hall connected with the kitchen, to talk to one of the boys behind the counter. Ada didn't move from her spot, frozen in place as she stared at all the boys, most of whom stared back.

"Alright Greenie?"

"Come sit over here sweetheart!"

A few boys began calling out to her, making her chest tighten with nerves, and she shifted on the spot uncomfortably. Her eyes drew to the open doorway that led outside. Now it was daytime, she could see everything.

Her jaw dropped when she realised that the stone wall she saw from Newt's room was not the only one. Her feet moved before her brain could register it. Newt hadn't noticed she had wandered outside yet.

She moved quickly, as though someone was going to notice and stop her - which they would but she didn't know that yet - and only paused when she was right in the middle of the grass. She spun in a circle, sucking in a breath as she took in the four stone walls encasing the grassy area.