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Victoria

The Glade?

"What exactly is a glade," I asked hoping for some answers.

"The glade is where we live. We call ourselves the gladers." Alby rumbled out.

He didn't even like to aswer one of my questions! I wonder what crawled up his butt and died.

I looked around once again taking in the layout of the glade. Even though thousands of questions threatened to burst out of my mouth, I kept quiet.

"Alright. Newt go give Greenie here a tour. I got ain't got time to give her the tour," Alby said to Newt. His expression read, 'I have so many other things to do than give this girl a tour'.

"Sure Alby." Newt replied before looking back at Victoria.

"Good that," Alby turned around and walked toward the building that didn't look like it could stand anymore.

Newt gently pulled me forward so we could begin the tour.

"No questions till the end, okay Greenie?" He warned.

"Alright." I muttered while shifting my weight from foot to foot.

I looked down and finally noticed what I was wearing. I was wearing white, mid-thigh shorts with a white tank top tucked in, along with a long, loose sleeve grey shirt. I was wearing sturdy black combat boots that were a little above ankle length.

I turned back to Newt and began paying attention to what he was saying.

"Alright. The glade is basically divided into four sections. The Homestead, The Deadheads, The Gardens and The Blood House. The box is where all our supplies and Greenies arrive in. And before you ask any questions, we don't know who sends us up here. Supplies come once a week and a greenie comes once every month.

"The Deadheads is where all the dead gladers are buried. The Homestead is where the keepers sleep and where we put the injured or sick, a small hospital of some sort. The Gardens, you already know what goes on there. Grow crops so we have food to eat. The Blood House is where we take care of animals and cut them for Frypan to cook."

I tried taking everything in. My brain quickly sorted the information and I managed to process everything fairly fast. Some of my questions had been answered while Newt was giving the tour.

"You see those doors over there? Never go through them. It leads to a maze and no one survives a night in the maze."

I stared questionably at the door, not seeing how a maze could possibly lay beyond it.

"Alright. We have three important rules that you must follow. First, do your part. No time for any freeloaders. Second, never harm another glader. None of this works if we don't have trust. And most importantly, never go beyond those wall."

"Easy right?"

"Yeah I guess." I said softly.

Why can't we leave the Glade? What's out there?

"Good that. Now let's go to Frypan for some lunch."

Newt grabbed my hand and dragged me to the kitchen.

"Hey Frypan. This is Victoria, our newest Greenie." Newt introduced me to Frypan.

"Ah so your the girl everyone is talking about." Frypan said, "It's great to finally meet you." He held out his hand for me to shake.

I grasped his hand while saying," It's nice to meet you too."

I smiled before picking up the plate that Frypan handed me. Newt led me to a table far from the other boys who were eating lunch. As we passed, many boys whistled and gave me lingering looks. I shuddered lightly and picked up my pace.

"So how are you feeling greenie?" Newt asked.

"I guess I'm doing okay. It's just a lot to take in. I have no memory of what happened before I ended up in the box." I replied truthfully. I was worried. I couldn't remember a thing. I could remember riding a bike and learning in school. I just couldn't remember who taught me.

"Don't worry, you will get used to it. The glade isn't so bad. Once we find you a job, you'll have something to keep your mind off of everything. Cause when you don't work, you get lazy. When you get lazy, you get depressed. Easy. Just do your part and all will be swell." Newt explained thoughfully. His accent rang through my ears and made me want to melt. It was... so British.

I giggled after hearing him say swell.

"What's so funny?" Newt asked confused.

"The way you say swell," I said trying not to laugh.

Newt stared before he joined in my laughter. All of a sudden I stopped wanting to know something.

"Hey Newt, what do I look like?" I asked really wanting to know.

Newt took his time analyzing my every feature before replying.

"Well, you have long brown hair, and big green eyes. Your pale, but not too pale. Your cheeks are slightly tinted pink and you have freckles along them. You have long eyelashes and light pink lips. You look to be 15 or 16 years old. Your short but not too short; about 5"6 I would guess. And you are very beautiful."

After Newt finished explaining what I looked like I couldn't help but think about how he called me beautiful.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked while blushing.

Newt blushed a deep red. "U-uh no. I-I mean yes!"

I stared at Newt before laughing.

"It's okay. I think your handsome."

Newt blushed even more and looked away.

"Come on, let's go find you a place to sleep before the runners come back for dinner."

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An- Thanks for reading!

Kinda short. If you have any ideas please comment.

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