Hey guys! So, I hadn't written a story since I was fourteen. Dun dun dun. I can't remember my login for my original account so I made a brand new one. Gotta fix things on my profile but here you can have this story! I'm probably going to upload another TMR story as well that will begin in The Scorch Trials book, so be on the lookout for that if you like my writing. Also, this story will have a mix of things from the book and movie. Like for an example, Alby is more like Movie!Alby since I liked him in the movie much more.

At first it felt as if she were riding in a car, there was a slight vibration but one that could be easily ignored. Sensory adaptation, she remembered that from school, probably a science class of some sort. The slight movement though, became really violent, she woke up fully, feeling like she was about to throw up at any given moment but she tried with all her will power to not to vomit.

"H-Help!" She screamed, the speed of the cage she was in was going faster. She heard a ring of some sort and it was causing more discomfort and panic. "Stop!" She repeated the words over and over again before gripping onto the cage walls, shaking them but it did nothing. Then she heard something, she didn't know where it came from but it felt like there was a voice in her head. All the voice gave her was three words.

Wicked is good.

The sudden stop made her clutch her stomach; hold on, was all that was running through her head. She looked up, hoping to get some sort of escape and relief from her current state but she got the exact opposite. Extreme brightness came up as the doors open, causing her to move her whole body away. She heard voices, too many of them, and they were so loud. She barely made out snippets.

"Are you serious?" She heard one said, she didn't even hear the statement before it to know what was being talked about.

"Is she hot?" She wrinkled her nose at that. Was she hot? She looked down at herself; she hadn't even noticed she was covered in sweat till she looked. She probably looked awful at the moment.

"Slime it! All of you!" She looked up to see whom the voice belonged too; he had an accent and for some reason it made her want to smile. She didn't know why but it felt like there was a reason for it, it scared her that she couldn't remember the reason though.

The tall blonde boy jumped into the box, gave her a soft yet confused smile. "Hey there, Greenie. C'mon, I'm not going to hurt you." He extended his hand and in that moment she realized she pushed herself in the corner. After hesitating a bit, she put her small hand into his letting him help her out of the box only to feel more suffocated by all the people around her. It must have showed because right when she was about to run and scream at them to leave her alone, that they were still speaking way too loud the blonde boy caught her wrist.

"Move back you shucks! She's going to bloody faint for Christ sake."

He must have some kind of power, she thought as the boys grumbled and moved away. She finally felt herself breathe and turned back to her rescuer as he spoke.

"I'm Newt, you remember your name, Greenie?"

She opened her mouth; ready to answer and ask where she was when she stopped. She quickly searched her mind for her name and began to panic once again as she couldn't even remember that. "I-I.. My-"

"—Calm down, Greenie." She turned to where the voice was coming from and saw another boy, probably one of the oldest ones that she had seen so far. He had a dark complexion and a puzzled look on his face, one that seemed like he tried to shake off but couldn't.

"It happens to the best of us. You'll get your name in a few days; it's the only thing they let us keep. –I'm Alby." She felt herself relax a bit and nod at the information she was given; maybe if she just shut up they'll give answers more willingly.

"Back to work everyone! You can all meet the Greenie at the celebration tonight." Alby must be their leader, there were barely any grumbles at his words and everyone followed his instructions without a second thought. At least he was helping her relax, even if he didn't know it.

"What is this place?" She breathed out, staring at the place around them. It was cute in some sense; almost felt like living on a farm, not that she actually knew what that was like. The walls surrounding them though, it seemed intimidating as though a big secret was just behind them.

"Welcome to the Glade."

"Okay, so what can you remember?" Alby asked her, a slight smile on his face as if it was some sort of challenge. Now, she wanted to make sure she said everything, his stature giving off the impression that all the information flew by everyone's head in the beginning.

"The Gardens, which is pretty self explanatory. Crops are grown there. The homestead is where everyone sleeps, and there's the slammer, or jail, in the back. –Will I have to…" She paused when Alby held his hand up, no questions till the end. "There's the Bloodhouse where animals turn into meat." Alby chuckled a bit at her statement making her smile and continue on, "Then the Deadheads." She pointed over to the forest, which made the other nod.

"Remember anything else?"

"There are nine jobs; Runners, Sloppers, Track Hoes, Builders…. Slicers, Cooks, Bicknicks and Med-Jacks. Over the next few days I'll try all the jobs and then see where I get to go."

She wanted to ask about the jobs, he hadn't really explained them; but she grinned at the impressed look the male gave her, "Seems like you got a brain. That's good, will keep you out of trouble."

Her smile faltered just a bit, she wished she didn't have much of her brain at the moment. She had so many questions swirling in her mind but they would put her back in that panicky state and that wouldn't help anyone. One at a time, she reminded herself.

"Why can't I remember?" She asked softly. Alby sighed, they were in the middle of the Glade now and he had stopped walking.

"We don't know why, the Creators keep us here with enough to survive and apparently we don't need our memories for that." She bit her tongue from asking about the Creators since the look on Alby's face was unnerving. She decided to ask another question.

"Are you the leader then?"

She heard a chuckle come from behind her and smiled a bit when she saw it was coming from Newt who was walking up to them. "You can call him that, just not often though. It'll blow up his bloody ego, especially since you're a girl." His comment made her switchgears almost instantly.

"Have you guys ever had another girl before?"

"You're our first," Alby commented before crossing his arms. "It's why it's got everyone either excited or on edge. It's the same every time; the box comes once a week to bring supplies and every month a new Greenie comes along. Never a girl."

She looked to the ground and dug one of her feet into the ground at his words, it made sense now, how they reacted to her. While her tour with Alby she saw a few boys who were part of the Builders stare at her suspiciously, they were probably scared she was going to cause a problem.

There was a brief moment of silence before Newt raised his eyebrows at the girl, "Quiet one, aren't you? Most Greenie's would be asking a question every second." She merely shrugged in response, she was beyond tired and just wanted this day to be over, maybe then will she do exactly that.

"She's got a brain on those shoulders," She heard Alby comment on that again before he stopped mid thought as some boys came into the Glade. She remembered rule number one, never leave the Glade; they must be the runners. She wondered why they were so specially in being able to leave unlike everyone else, it seemed strange. Especially the tone Alby had used, it seemed like there was so much hiding right behind those walls.

She then noticed all the boys had made they're way around as they clapped for the boys entering the Glade. A pair of them jogged up to Alby and Newt but stopped slightly, as their eyes came in contact with her, causing her to blush a bit.

"Is she—Is she a she-bean? A She-Greenie?" An Asian boy asked, an amused expression on his face. It was at least better then suspicion.

"How creative," She chuckled a bit at Newt's response and his eye roll but smiled as he, Alby and the Asian boy slapped each other's shoulders. Something best friends would do, or at least that was how it felt.

"Do you have a name?" She asked with a bemused smile on her face before adding, "Or should I make up a name for you like you all did for me?"

They all chuckled, "We call all the newbies Greenie, love." She still huffed at Newt's response mumbling something on the lines of 'doesn't mean I like it' which made them all laugh. She was a cute girl, not too short, maybe 5"5' and a good head of brown hair. Despite the mess of coming up in the cage she wasn't too hard on the eyes, something they couldn't say about most members.

"To answer your question though, I'm Minho." He gave her a smirk as if he was the best person she was ever going to meet in the Glade. "Keeper of the Runners. If you don't know, it's the leader." His voice leaked of arrogance making Newt and Alby roll their eyes in response. She smiled though and put out a hand to shake with the one he held out.

"Lovely to meet you."

There is Chapter 1! The next one will start at the Celebration. Tell me how you are liking it so far? In the next chapter you will find out more about what the Gladers think of our mysterious girl along with her personality. Thanks for reading!