- Newt! - And it was like that for every morning. Every bloody moment, Alicia tried in vain to shake her boyfriend's body who slept in a deep sleep on the hammock. - Newt, come on! I still want to take a good breakfast! - Sighing for a second, she left the back dangle in empty as she fell sitting on the floor. The head fell back, resting at the bed tissue bar. - Frypan will leave only eggs for me. I hate having eggs only.
Before the brown girl could continue to complain, a large shadow covered her vision and a pair of lips were pressed against hers. There was only one really good thing about all of it: Newt's kisses. It had been that way since the drowning became cool breeze and the box set her free from her prison.
Of course, after a year at the Glade, Alicia got used to the gross life of boys. But it was not always so. She remembered the darkness, constant suffocation as it was impossible for her to forget the big sips of water stuck in her throat. The first thing that escaped by her view was a great mass of light, so strong that even caused her rapid blindness.
As soon as she could focus on what was really going on, the reasoning was slowed by a sea of wandering voices chattering nonstop. "Is it a girl?", "What kind of girl?" "Slim it, shuck face! She's a human, not an Animal!", "Let me get to her." And after that last sentence, the brunette was forced to raise her head up high and face thirty heads looking over the edge of the box.
- NO WAY! - Alicia shouted. - NO ONE WILL GET TO ME!
At first, the aggressive attitude of the girl seemed to scare that lot of kids. But the last one, the one who wanted to get to her, seemed much more admired than impressed. He was tall, strong as an ox and black how a dark, starless sky. At that moment, the girl tried to remember how a bull looked like. She could think of horns and hooves, but everything else was a blur in the brain. Then Alicia realized: She could not remember anything. Why she was locked in a box?Why almost drowned out to death? Why was surrounded by strange men? And who the hell was she? Nothing. She could remember nothing.
- I'm going down. – And he cames. In a jump, the black boy reached the box floor with a dry bang of stepped iron. The devilish grin which kept on the lips frightened her. - Stay calm. There is nothing to fear.
- Who are you? Why am I here? And WHY I CAN'T REMEMBER A THING ABOUT THIS SHIT? - Using a piece of rope on the left to protect herself, Alicia reached the object with both hands and threatened to jump on and choke him. Unfortunately for her, the boy turned to the side.
She fell miserably on the ground.
- We could do this all day, you know. But I prefer to avoid you to kill yourself. - Sighing, he came closer. This time, the brunette just sat up and looked into his dark eyes. She was not afraid of him, but what he knew about her. - This happened to all of us. We were brought up in the box, just like you. We could not remember anything about our past. Your name will appear in two or more days. That's all they leave to us.
- They? - The question came up before she could change it back.
- People who leave us in the Glade.
- What's a Glade?
Smiling with her question, the boy held out a hand and waited for her to get it. Once the girl hesitantly did, he helped her out of the box, as well as the other guys up there. Not that she suspected all of them, but have the hands of dozens of boys over her body was at least uncomfortable.
- This is THE Glade! – Said one of them, gently correcting her. What Alicia saw was a large green field with some wooden huts, obviously handmade and with poor tools. There was a kind of planting on the left and a large forest on the right. What amazed the sight of the girl, however, was the huge concrete wall that surrounded the entire Glade.
She fell on her knees. Dew droplets soiled the shabby jeans she was wearing. Why would they done this to her? What kind of crime she had committed in another world to deserve such cruel fate? Alicia Was dead? Was that purgatory?
"Don't worry, Allie". Suddenly, a male voice in her head emerged such as bubbles on the surface. Was disconnected, confused, but understandable. "Allie," she thought. That was her name. – Name's Alby. – The dark skinned boy said.
- Allie. – She replied. For a moment, Alby frowned at her.
- Thought you didin't remember a thing about you.
- I just got my name. Maybe I'm a super powered Glader.
- Maybe you bloody are. - From behind, a new voice echoed in addition to other whispers to which she had become accustomed. Following it, a mass of blond hair shone in contrast to the sun. It was another boy -sure - lower than Alby, slimmer and smiling too. Looked like an elf or something. He was cute in the face and had those big dark eyes. That was the first person to smile at her for no reason. The motivation? Alicia rather not think about it. Maybe he was only retarded. - You are the first person to call you "Glader" for yourself before listening to us saying that.
- And what I should call myself, wise guy?
- By the Greenie you shuck are.
- What's a Greenie? – And what the hell is a fucking shuck? This time, she asked Alby. Didn't like the white guy.
- Let him explain to you, lady. This is Newt. - With one hand on her shoulder, Alby led her to the so far called Newt and waited for him to comment. The blond did nothing. Alicia sighed, waiting for an attitude, but all he did was turn that smirking face to her and crossing arms in the chest.
- Are you telling me what a greenie is or not?
- Can you tell who you are? – Newt asked, she denied. – Can you remember how to cook, build, store or do something? - She shook her head. – He grinned and then, pulled off a glass jar inside the leather bag he carried. – Can you drink this?
She arched an eyebrow, hesitating. His smirk was really annoying her. Inside the pot, some kind of yellowish liquid was shining oily. "Disgusting" she thought. Still, Alicia took the object and opened the lid. At that moment, all the voices around ceased. The boys came closer and waited visibly anxious. The brunette could know nothing about herself, but she knew one thing: She was proud to death.
- Can you? – Newt insisted as she threw the drink once in the mouth. Garlic, basil, honey, ginger. All this spoiled, that's what Allie felt while spitting it all on the grass. – This, shuck-face, - She shivered as the cold touch of a hand covered with strips of cloth touched her chin and lifted it. Above them all, a provocative smile shone. – Is a bloody Greenie.
They laught. They all burst out laughing. Alicia felt ashamed, but, worse still, alone. She was stuck with that brute bunch and had just discovered that she was also trapped between a stone circle with THAT miserable elf project.
Damn it!
