A/N: Hellooo guys! This is our first fanfic so we hope you like it!
We are aware that the first few chapters aren't that great, so we are in the middle of a big revise, starting with this chapter today. Please bear with the beginning, the writing does gets better, we promise! Please review and tell us what you think :) ~ Emma and Sarah
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14:39pm, 12th January, Surrey, England
School Dorms
Rita's PoV
We were all attempting to cram for the English Lit. exam tomorrow, as always leaving everything 'til the last minute. Imogen, being the blond one, who clearly wasn't very fussed about the whole affair, was casually taking a nap on the floor curled up in a foetal position. Izzy and I, however, were crammed on the unnecessarily small single bed, with me huddled up to the radiator trying to warm up and Izzy just sprawled her long legs all over the rest of the bed and me. Being a thin hourglass shape along with big, bright hazel eyes, her weight did not particularly inconvenience me. Boarding was unusually quite that evening, as no one apart from our overly keen friend Jo knew ANY quotations from Romeo and Juliet. Now of course it couldn't have just been a nice, calmish evening with tea, an obscene amount of junk food and some quality time with Shakespeare himself. The next thing I knew a large, grey, shimmering door-like opening appeared before us. Imogen received a slightly unpleasant wake up when I dropped my cup of scolding tea on her head, spilling it all over her. These ugly as hell morons in green boiler suits with massive gun-like weapons, containing what seemed to be blue lightning appeared in the centre of my not so clean room. Jesus if I'd known I was having company I would have at least changed out of my pyjamas, tidied my room and possible even brushed my dyed red hair, which was always getting tangled. The look on my friend's faces told me that this was probably not the right time to be considering my hospitable qualities and the state of my hair. When I actually drifted out of my daydream I realised that I was in a fairly uncomfortable situation, being held at gunpoint. The events that happened next escalated too quickly for me to fully comprehend. The green-suited, masked men grabbed my two panic stricken friends and hauled them into the dark grey nothingness, which quickly disappeared altogether.
The Glade – two weeks later
3rd person PoV
They woke up in a room, darkness surrounding them and metal walls against their backs. It couldn't have been more that a couple of square meters big- more of a box than anything. The first girl tried desperately to see, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. The other, in shock, hardly breathed at all. The first saw the outline of something next to her, could it be a person?
"Who's there? Who are you?" her voice shook,
"I don't know, I don't know, my name… my name… it's Florence."
"I think I'm Elizabeth. Bloody posh aren't we,"
Silence followed.
"Are you alright?" Elizabeth called out,
"Fine," Florence managed to say,
Elizabeth knew that the other girl was more in need of comfort than she was.
"So Florence, is Flo good with you?"
"Yes, that's fine," She said with a weak smile that Elizabeth could not see, "and what about Liz for you?"
"Ugh no thanks, Lizzy if anything"
"Lizzy it is-"
She was interrupted by a loud clanking noise as the two girls fell to one side on the floor, as the room started moving. No not moving… ascending?
"Are we in a lift?" Elizabeth cried
"I…I think so" replied Florence
The box rose at an alarming speed, they could feel wind battering around them and the sudden movements made them feel queasy. The two girls sat in increasing panic for a while, listening to the clanking gears of the lift.
Elizabeth felt Florence take her hand so asked "are you scared?"
Florence replied too quickly "No."
"Well I am" Elizabeth gave a shaky laugh. "Feels like forever doesn't it?"
"Feels it," Florence said, "but it can't be,"
Just as she said this the metal room came to a stop, jolting them forwards.
"We've stopped"
"Well done genius" Sarcasm was dripping from Elizabeth's voice.
They fumbled around their proximity, trying to find a way out but their hands only collided with crates and metal barrels.
A crack appeared in the celling and light poured into the room. Hiding their eyes from the light that felt like the sun was right outside the roof.
"Greenie Time" A low voice came from above.
This was followed by hollers and cheers that all faded into shocked silence.