CRUMBLING

CRUMBLING

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Everett Green has a secrete. A secrete that will explain why he saved Rosie Getz from committing suicide. He saw something in Rosie. Everett knew Rosie was "The One" when he saw her at that very moment. The moment that changed everything. "I bet you five bucks he will give you his number," Everett said holding out his hand for me to shake. "Deal," I shook Everett's hand as Beau came back with our food. As beau set my plate down in front of me he handed me a folded up piece of paper, looked at me, smiled, then walked away. Confused I looked at the paper in my hands and started to unfold it. Inside it had a phone number, then "call me -Beau Stemson" I just stared at the paper with wide eyes and my jaw dropped. "What does it say?" Everett asked raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and opened my purse trying to find a five-dollar bill. I grabbed the money and slammed it on the table in front of Everett. He looked at the money for a second before he started laughing. "I so knew it!" Everett said stuffing the money in his pocket.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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