After taking in my surroundings, I went to sit by a tree right at the entrance to the forest, and even though I have been bothered a lot by the other guys, I shooed them all away. I realized that I don't remember a thing. Not one thing except my age and my name. I hated this. Where was I? Why was I here? Who are these guys?

As all of these questions raced through my head, a boy came up to me. This one caught my attention earlier. He was a British boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was pretty attractive.

"Hey there," he said to me in his cool accent. Also kind.

"Hey. I'm Octavia, by the way," I informed him.

"Newt," he replied, "Nice to meet ya'." He sat down beside me.

"Look, Newt, I really want to be alone right now. I'm all shaken up and I just want some time to myself," I told him with a sigh.

"You sure?" Newt asked with a grin.

I smiled, accepting the fact that he wasn't going to leave me alone. "Where am I?" I asked.

Newt looked off into the distance for a while. Then he said, "This is the Glade. We don't know who sent us here. All we know is that every month a new person comes through that box you came in with supplies. Behind those walls, there is a huge maze. The Runners, which you will meet later today, are out there in the Maze, trying to find a way out. This has been going on for about three years now. And, let me tell you the rules." Newt paused and turned his gaze to me.

"You aren't to go into the Maze unless you are a Runner. At night, every night, those huge doors close. And then the Maze changes. If you get stuck out there for the night, you are dead."

"What happens to you?" I ask curiously.

"Grievers. They are huge monsters that eat you."

"Ha. Sounds very nice," I say sarcastically.

"No one has EVER survived a night in the Maze, other than two of our best Runners."

"Who are they?"

"Thomas and Minho. But Thomas survived just after a couple of days of coming here, so it was shocking. Minho has been here pretty much since the beginning."

"Thomas," I mutter. I turn to Newt. "Is he out there?"

"Yep. He is exploring that bloody Maze."

"I can't wait to meet him."

Newt looked at me and smiled.

"Octavia, you will be working with different Keepers of different jobs in the Glade, for example the Runners, the Slicers, and the Builders. When you are done everything, we will see what you are best at and that will be your job in the Glade.

"OK, what do I start with?" I ask.

"Up to you."

"The Runners are coming in," Newt told me. I looked over at the huge mossy doors, and saw two people enter the Glade. I got up and looked down at Newt. He stood up, too.

"I am a fast runner," I said to him with a playful smile. He chuckled.

"Well, that's good for you! I have a limp. So, I guess I won't be winning a race anytime soon," Newt said. I laughed.

"Go on, I'll catch up," Newt told me.

"No, I am going to walk with you. I want you to introduce me," I said playfully. "To Thomas!"

Newt laughed. "You haven't even met him, Octavia, and you are already falling for him?"

I giggled. "No!"

We walked over across the Glade to the two Runners standing around a talking to each other. One had his back to me, and the other was facing me. The dude who I was facing me was an Asian boy, with crazy hair. He was wearing a light blue shirt and some sort of brown thing on his chest. Kind of like a weird beater shirt that was cut in half, even more, and had pockets.

"That Thomas?" I ask Newt.

"No, that's Minho. Thomas is the other guy."

"Oh," I say with a smile.

The Asian boy suddenly starts to walk away. We are getting closer to Thomas. 10 feet. 7 feet. 4 feet. Before Newt or me had the chance to say hi, Thomas suddenly turns around and bumps into me. Hard. I fall on my butt and squint.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry," I heard some one say. Thomas.

"Yea, I'm fine," I reply. Thomas holds out his hand and I take it. A weird feeling went down my spine. I got up and looked at Thomas. He was very handsome, if I do say so. I hope he didn't see that I thought that. Dark hair, brown eyes, and that handsome look on his face. I smiled.

"Who are you?" Thomas asked.

"This," Newt said, "is the newcomer, Octavia."

"Octavia. Hi! Again, so sorry!" Thomas said nervously.

"It's fine."

"And... you are a girl?" Thomas asked, or said, I didn't really get that.

"Um... yea, I think I am," I told him, holding up my hair and laughing.

"We don't get girls here in the Glade," Newt informed me.

"Ah," I understood.

There was an awkward silence.

"Thomas," Newt said suddenly.

"Yea?"

"Why don't you go show O around?"

"Oh um, yea I'd love to, I mean, yea, that'd be nice," Thomas managed to get out. He scratched the back of his head.

"Bye, then," Newt said to me and smiled with raised eyebrows.