A loud screeching alarm goes off inside the glade and the gladers immediately head to the box without a second thought. The alarm goes off for what seems like hours to my ears but I know it is not that long. I walk over to Chuck. "What is going on, I thought that the alarms only go off when a new greenie arrives?" He looks over to me and has a scared look in his eyes. "They do." By the looks on everyone's faces I can clearly tell that this was not a normal occurrence and that it, whatever it is, should not be happening.
Suddenly the box comes to a stop with a loud booming sound, echoing throughout the Glade. Abby and Newt walk up to the front and open the huge metal doors in the ground. Everyone steps a little closer, trying to get a glimpse of the newbie that wasn't suppose to come until the end of the month. Since Newt is the closest he gets a better look down in the metal cage. "I can't see anything," he huffs, and with that he jumps into the box.
A few seconds slowly pass. "Bloody hell." "What is it Newt," a random glader asks. "What do you see," asks another. Newt barely whispers, "It's a girl." With that the gladers get excited and some push others out of the way to get a good look. As for me I try to stay back, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I push ahead of the rest. The girl looks about sixteen. She has rich brown hair that is in a braid, an angular bone structure with thin lips and a small nose. I can't see her eyes because she looks as if she is in a coma. She is dressed in a red dress with flower designs, dark leggings, combat boots, and a brown leather jacket.
Suddenly the unknown girl wakes up gasping for breath. She looks around her at all, the gladers. Then she looks at me, a
spark of recognition flashes through her dark chocolate eyes. "Stiles," she questions while looking at me. Then she slips back
into her comatose state.
