~Lost is the new found
my dear.~
I open my eyes, gasping in the hash air. I look at my surroundings, seeing I'm in some sort of box, filled with crates. I jolt to my feet realizing the room starting to move. "Help! I'm trapped!" I shout, hoping someone could hear me.
After about an hour of trying to find a way out as the box ascended it came to an abrupt holt. I sit on the dusty floor seeing something written on one of the crates. I crawl over to the crate examining further more. W.I.C.K.E.D written in bold letters on the side of the crate.
"What the heck is W.I.C.K.E.D?" I whisper. Trying to see if I recognize the word, but it finally caught my attention that I don't recall anything. I can't even remember what my name is!
As a deafening siren sounds, the roof of the small room seems to be opening. I shield my eyes as a radiant light blinds my eyes.
"It's a bloody girl!" A male voice exclaimed, with a very thick accent. I uncover my eyes to see a blonde boy towering over me. I blink a few time so my eyes could adjust to the light.
"W-Where am I?" I whisper my voice barely audible. The blonde boy was talking with someone outside the box. "Where am I?" I speak slightly louder. The boy's head snapped into my direction.
"You're in the Glade, love." The boy smiles, he extends a hand for me, as I take it he pulls me quickly to my feet.
"Thank you." I nod dusting off my pants. "The names Newt. Let me help you out." He smiles, grabbing me by my hips, lifting me up up to the grass. Another boy with dark brown hair and olive skin pulls me up the rest of the way.
I turn looking at my surroundings, walls, walls surrounding what seems to be a giant field. "Holy..." I whisper still turning. Looking at everything. Then I hear a cat-call whistle, I snap my head to the direction it came from seeing a group of around twenty boys, smirking at me. I roll my eyes and look down seeing what I'm wearing, a orange tank top and black jeans. I blush, letting my hair fall in front of my face covering it up.
"Aye, you nasty shanks! No one touches the girl, understand!?" Newt yells as he lifts himself from the box. All the boys groan in response. "Now get your nasty selves back to work!"
"Thank you." I smile up at the boy as I push my hair behind my ear. Realizing I'm almost half his size. "No problem. Do you have a name?"He smiles.
"N-No I don't remember anything." I frown, I wish I knew why I couldn't remember anything. "That's okay you'll get your name back in a few days. It's the only thing they let us keep. Follow me." He smiles starting to walk towards a tall wooden building.
"A-Am I the only girl?" I question, noticing there aren't any girls. "Yep, just you. But we kinda guessed you were going to be a girl because, let's just say, last time we got supplies there was, girl stuff." He nervously laughs rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh, am I pretty?" I ask, regretting asking the question right after the words slipped through my lips. Newt stops walking and turns to me, looking me up and down, nodding while doing so. "Ravishingly stunning." He smiles, making eye contact with me, I blush pushing my hair behind my ear. Newt started walking again, I note he has a limp. Wonder where that came from.
"So like what is the sleeping situation going to be like?" I ask, scared that these dogs of boys would do, things, to me. "Don't worry you're gonna sleep next to me. No, no, no, not like that we sleep in hammocks!" He laughs looking down.
"Newt!" A distant voice yells. "Chuck!" Newt responds."This is the new Greenie, take care of her. Gally was giving her eyes a minute ago."
"Will do!" The younger boy nods, rolling his eyes. Newt walks off as do me and the young boy.
"Hi." I smile looking at the boy, he was slightly chubby and he has adorable little chocolate curls. "I'm Chuck aka your new best friend."He exclaims, giggling. He looks around twelve years old.
"That's great. I'm happy that someone doesn't want me for just being, a girl." I mumble, looking at the sky, seeing that clouds were very few this evening and it was very hot. I remember I have on jeans, I could change them into shorts? "Do you have scissors or a knife on you?" I ask. "No, but Frypan probably does. C'mon!" Chuck responds, starting to jog to another wooden building.
When we get there a boy was in a kitchen type room cooking something. Maybe dinner? It was getting very late.
"Hey Frypan got any scissors or a knife?" Chuck asks. "Sure do kiddo!" The other boy smiles, reaching into a drawer pulling out some some scissors. "Thank you." I smile at the older boy, taking the tools from his hand turning to walk out the door. "Well Shuck me, you're the new Greenie." He hums. "Nice." I roll my eyes walking out the door.
"Where is a restroom?" I ask Chuck as he jogs out the door, attempting to catch up with me. "It's a little ways into the Forrest, I'll show you." he says starting to stride in front of me. Leading me to a small building. I knock, not hearing anyone respond so I walk in. "Watch the door for me, please." I plea, Chuck nods as he closes the door. I take off my jeans, after marking how short I want my shorts, then I started cutting away, fraying the bottom so it looks like it supposed to look that way. After I liked how the looked, I slip the new shorts on waking out satisfied.
"Did you really just change your jeans into shorts? You're such a girl." Chuck rolls his eyes giggling. "So when do I get the proper tour of this lovely, what did Newt call it, ah Glade?"I inquired, intrigued of what all this place holds.
"Tomorrow, Alby'll give you the tour. For now I'm just your guide to help you from not dying." He laughs, striding out of the woods, me following suit."Who is Ably?" I question, not knowing who that is."You dumb Shank Alby's the leader of this Shucking land." He rolls his eyes, grinning. I laugh, so I guess that makes Newt second in command? Nice... You know Newt is really good looking. I look over seeing the older boy, he's in the fields, picking what looks like tomatoes. Sweat drenching his hair and clothing.
"You know, it's not nice to stare." Chuck giggles, pacing off towards a wooden building; me following behind him like a lost puppy. "This is were we sleep, Newt sleeps here, you'll be sleeping here, and this is where I sleep. You'll be sleeping between me and Newt, because of these dumb Shanks, they aren't very trustworthy."
"Why do you keep saying Shank, Greenie, and Shuck, what does that even mean? Because, I'm totally confused." I ask, curious of the new language. "Oh, that is Glader-the people that live in the Glade-Slang. It's a language that we have developed over time, so we don't actually say any curse words. Pretty neat huh?" The younger boy hums as we walk around, seeing people at the barn and in the fields working like I never even happened. Which surprisingly, felt good.
I look around seeing boys starting to walk to the kitchen room that Frypan kid was in earlier. "Looks like dinner's ready, ready for some good, probably not healthy, food?" Chuck jokes, letting a hand out for me to take, as if he was my date.
I take in a deep breath, preparing myself for the, rocky-road, a head. "As ready as I'll ever be." I grab the younger boy's hand, putting on the fakest smile ever. "That's my girl." He giggles, dragging me to the kitchen. Once we arrived a boy with very weird eyebrows and short brown-blonde hair and a square jaw whistles as she walks in. "Looks like Little Chucky here gots him a girlfriend." The boy laughs. Chuck looks down, disconnecting our hands.
"You know what, stop, just because Little Chucky over here is actually nice enough to not just look at my boobs or my butt and actually talk to me like a normal human, doesn't mean you can just be pushing him around. You're nothing but jealous, so unless you're going to talk to me, or Chuck, one of the only two people here who has not whistled at me since I arrived, like normal people I suspect you leave us alone. Now if you will excuse us, we are going to eat dinner in peace." I huff, a new found confidence rushing through my veins.
I grab Chuck's hand and drag him to the line of boys standing there in shock, once waiting for food. "Move it or lose it boys." I smirk, raising a eyebrow, nodding towards the food. "Oh and I would close your mouthes, you might catch a flys." I wink, going around them grabbing both me and Chuck a plate of potatoes and pork. "Oh and this is your first and final warning. Goodnight and good day." I say walking out the door dragging Chuck behind me.
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Holy shuck, that was intense, it has ME on the edge of my couch! But seriously, did you guys like it? Was it a bit too much? I need input guys!!!! Help meeeeeeee!!!!!!! And if you see any mistakes ignore them because I wrote this at like three am everyday sooooo... sorry!!!!!!!! But honestly INPUT
thank you for reading this crappy book <3
-The Pastel Unicorn =3
ps who do you think she is going to end up with? Mihno? Thomas? Newt? I think I know :p
