Okay, so I know this is a really common plot, but this is my first fic, so I wanted something simple and full of fluff. Rated T because I'm too scared to write a lemon (or anything M worthy, for that matter), so sit back and enjoy some Newt/OC fluff.

Enjoy!

All I could hear was the clanging of chains and the faint blare of an alarm in the distance. I opened my eyes to complete darkness. My stomach dropped as I realized how terrifyingly fast I was traveling up. I tried to stand, to see where I was, but landed unceremoniously on my rear almost instantaneously. Fighting the urge to cry, I got on my knees to explore my surroundings, pausing when I realized the place was barely big enough to fit me along with the crates around me.

Sitting back down, I tried to remember something, anything. It was odd, I remembered some general knowledge, but no experiences or specific pieces of information. All I could really recall was a name, Ada. Surely it had to be my name, or why would it be my only memory? I didn't even know what I looked like. Shocked by that realization, I began to panic; my breathing quickened, my throat tightened, and a tear slipped down my cheek.

Suddenly, the box I was in jolted to a stop, throwing me across the metal floor. Light, brighter than anything I could've imagined spilled in, burning my eyes. Before I could adjust to the light, I realized there were voices all around me. I scrambled across the floor, hiding between a crate and the wall.

A loud thud sounded, signaling that somebody had jumped into the box. They had said something, but I ignored it completely, worried he might try to hurt me. I looked around frantically for something to defend myself with, finally settling on my shoe. I slipped it off and turned to the boy who had jumped in, staying in my hiding place, but ready to throw the shoe if necessary. I could hear the voices of the boys above us, clearly confused about something.

"Let's see the greenie now, eh?"

"Do you think he's hiding?"

"Probably klunked his pants!"

Laughter erupted all around me. The boy who had jumped in was thin, but built, with sandy hair that stuck out every which way. He had nearly reached me. I stood, readying myself to throw the shoe and the commotion silenced faster than I would've thought possible. I did the first thing that came to mind: I threw the shoe at the boy in the box. It hit him in the face, harder than I had intended. He staggered back, holding his nose as he stared incredulously at me.

"A girl?" He asked, seemingly to everybody. I was too shocked to speak. I realized then how scared I was, and rightfully so: I was surrounded in every direction by boys, all of whom were staring down at me, some silent and looking uneasy, others making awful lustful comments.

"Where the hell am I?" I demanded, brandishing my other shoe.

"Welcome to The Glade, greenie. Hope you enjoy your stay!" the blonde boy snapped, still holding his nose, now stifling a laugh, "Unfortunately, you're the only lady, so forgive these bloody shanks for being startled." I asked one of the many questions floating around in my head unanswered,

"How do I get back home?" The boys surrounding the box all laughed in response to my curiosity. I looked to the blonde boy before asking again. "How do I get back home?"

"How's about we get you out of The Box and give you the tour before all the questions, alright? Alby will want to see this for sure." As if on cue, a dark skinned older boy who demanded respect and had an air of authority about him pushed to the front of the group around The Box. "Now, do you remember your name?"

"Ada," I replied without hesitation, "my name is Ada. What's yours?"

He smiled, surprising me a bit, "I'm Newt, second in command around here, and this shank here," he said, gesturing to the dark skinned boy, who remained silent, "is Alby."

Once I got outside of that awful box, my legs started moving of their own accord. Running faster than I thought I could, simply trying to escape the hooting crowd of boys behind me until I reached an opening between two ominous concrete walls that I knew subconsciously not to cross.