Young Green wrote by Ultimite Fandomer, inspired by The Maze runner Series by James Dahsner.

This chapter is for my friend Blair, who led me to the world of fandom.

Chapter One

The girl stood up.

She felt a cold, hard steel wall against her back. She knew in a second that she was lifted in this….Elevator, she recalled. She was lifted to somewhere in a steel elevator, quite small and very "comfortable" trip.

She extended her arms to touch the opposite side. With the eerie sound of the ropes and the box moving, steel against steel, she walked to the other side, stumbling.

She made a little muffle as she triped on a wooden box, a small one. She ignored the box and made wasy for the opposite side of the steel wall, kicking every box in her way.

She stood up, her back relying on the wall, closing her eyes. She wondered what would happen next, would she meet crazy scientists that will have a surgery with her organs? She shook her head and decided nothing can be worse than that.

She stopped dead as the elevator suddenly stopped. She looked at the ceiling, which gave no answer. She looked up, her heart thumping fast, her hands now clenched into fists. She felt an odd combination of surprise, anger, fear and much more. Sh-

The ceiling opened.

The girl squinted, not used to sunlight. She could hear murmurs and people talking-she found it better than having a surgery. Maybe. She hoped it was right.

She heard glimpses of what they had said.

"It's a girl."

"A bloody girl!"

"What on.."

The mumbles kept on and on, until a loud and clear voice broke the talking. "Silence!"

She crept back to the wall, itching to hold something, just one of the weird feelings.

The boy with the loud voice looked at her, she could see better now since she was getting adapted to the sunlight, and the boy's body hid the sun.

"Hey," He said, giving a hand. "Welcome to the Glade."

She hold his strong arms, pushed herself up to the ground. Grass beneath her, she knew- no, she was sure, that it was better than a surgery.

And suddenly it hit her.

Where was this place? Who were her parents? Why are they all boys? What is this place?

What is her name?

She gave a little push to the dark-skinned boy who had offered her a way out of the dark elevator. He stumbled, but got his balance back in a second. Some of the boys snickered, but before the dark skinned boy can speak, another boy, next to him, shouted.

"Shut your holes!"

The boy saw her then, looked her for a split second, as if examining her. Then he went back to the elevator, carrying out the wooden boxes and other things out.

"The name is Alby." The dark-skinned boy said, his white shirt dirty. She shook hands with the boy, and noticed the other boys for the first time.

Fifty or so, all different. All different clothes, all different sizes and skin colors and different hair, curly, straight, short, long.

"Where am I?" She asked aloud, hoping from an answer. Surly they were teens, not weird scientists. She opened her mouth to ask why she didn't remember anything but then closed her mouth. She didn't wanted to be different, all the boys seemed to know what they were supposed to do.

"The Glade." Alby answered, suddenly his expression turned tired. "The tour would be tomarrow. Newt can show you where you can sleep." He shrugged and she noticed the blond boy, Newt, was next to Alby now.

"Now go back to your work!" Alby shouted, and a few scattered. 'He must be a strong leader.' She thought.

"What about the girl?" Somebody asked, his voice scratchy and sandy.

"We'll deal with that later. Now, off to your work!" He growled, and everybody was done.

And she was alone, standing in the grass.

A hand falled on her shoulder, Newt's. He led her deeper into, 'the Glade', she recalled. The Glade.

"Come on." He spoke, his voice full of accent. "we have a lot to talk about."

She had a lot to ask about, too.

Thanks for reading, the second chapter will be soon, and leave a review if you read it!