"Okay so it's either between Lea or Delia," I peek over at Ben. He is sitting next to me, he back against the trunk of my tree, his arms resting on his raised knees. He looks to the leaf small red leaf in his hadn't, a leaf from my tree before turning back to to me.

"They're great," he finally smiles. "They're awesome."

"Really?," I let out my breath," You think so?"

"I mean, they're not Alina, but they're great."

"I know," I give him a reassuring smile," I really did love the name Alina."

"There's still time to chose it," he joked.

"Ha-ha. If I throw another name in now, I think my brain will blow a fuse," I lean my head back against the trunk.

"Maybe it will reboot you" he laughed.

"Ugh, that's the last thing I need. I don't want to start all over again."

"Fair point," he paused. "Are you nervous for the new Greenie to come tomorrow?"

I close my eyes and inhale to sweet afternoon air, it smelled like sunshine, dirt, and leaves.

"I am."

"You shouldn't be, I think it's a good thing."

"Really?," I open my eyes and turn to him. Ben now had his legs spread outward and his arms at his sides, his eyes were looking at the branches above him.

"Yeah, a new Greenie is a good thing. They are a sign of hope, who knows what they'll bring, what they can do, or what they know. The next Greenie could be the key to everything," he meets my gaze.

"I thought you were close."

"We are, but a little help never hurts," he smiles.

"That's true," I smile back.

Ben groans as he stand up, stretching his resting muscles. "Let's eat, I'm so hungry."

I shake my head, "You're always hungry."

"I know, so let's eat," he grinned.

"Thanks, but I'm good," I stay seated on the ground.

"Come on," he tried to pull me up.

"No, I'm serious," I chortle while standing my ground.

"Okay, fine," he surrenders. "I have to eat or I'm going to die, but I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll see you," I wave as he strolls through the leaves towards the Kitchen.

Oh god, I can't believe that the new Greenie comes tomorrow! How could I put this off for so long! I had two weeks and now I don't even have two days... Lea or Delia... Lea?... Delia?

"Lea," I say the name out loud. "Delia. Leeeaa. Deeeliiiiaaa. Hey, Lea. What's up Delia?," I say the names out loud but they feel hollow. Why don't they sound the same? They sound so much better in my head. "FFFFUCCCKK!," I scream loudly then cover my mouth. Too Loud. I drop my hands and groan, Why is this so hard!? I should just pick one, Jackson's right, it's not like it's the worst thing. Even if I hate it, I can just wait until we get out and find the real thing. I can just wake up...

I sit up straighter against the tree and refocus on the current task, So Lea is short and cute but Delia is so pretty, makes me feel more elegant. Both are good names, even Ben said so and he is clueless when it comes to this... But, Alina is a good name.

"Alina..."

It's pretty... but I can't chose it. It would feel weird... That's why I can't pick Elyce either... Maybe I could work with Ciara. Oh god, why is this so hard? Whatever, you just have to pick one. It doesn't matter, the longer you wait the bigger it'll be. I'll just chose Lea... Lea.

"Lea. LEA!," I shout it, but it doesn't feel like anything. It feels like I'm talking to someone else, because it's not my name. Okay, what if I just drop the whole thing, never bring up a name again, would everyone just go with it? I can just be the Greenie until we get out, which will be soon... That'll be the best day. When I can forget all of this, put it in the past and never think about it again.

It's only been two months, Alby has been here for two years... So in reality, it's like I've only been here for a minute in comparison to him. I wonder what Alby wants when he gets out. He probably wants the same thing, just to know why. Why he was put here, probably wants to know why he was first. I know I would want to know why, I still do.

I stop thinking and look at the trees, they rustle as the wind shakes their leaves, some of which fall and scatter onto the ground. Why can't I just be a tree... so simple, so easy, nothing to see or do. No thinking. Just sitting in the sun, drinking the rain, and shedding my leaves. Trees don't have names, they are just a apart of a species. They just live and die, no complications.

Leaves skitter past me and I pick one up spinning it on it's stem, it's big and green with yellow on the tips. I just want to know, I don't want to have to guess. I should just get to know, they don't have the right to do this. They know who I am... they know my name. They have to tell me. They shouldn't be allowed to keep it hidden.

I press the leaf against my thigh and etch letters into the leaf with my thumb nail. The box will come back up tomorrow with the new Greenie. That means they have to open the box first. Jackson said the box won't go down with a person inside, but it should go down with a leaf. I hold it out and smile, Maybe they will tell me.

I stand up and feel a shock of electricity buzzing through me, this could work. This could work! I bolt off towards the homestead, where I sneak into the Med hut. The building is empty, Clint and Jeff are probably eating, I think as I open the drawers. Where do they keep it, I try to remember where they stocked their binding twine. I close the last drawer but I couldn't find it, the urge to kick something seems to overwhelm me, but as I go to strike the bed, my eyes stumble upon the bin of old rags. That could work... I grab one and run from the hut to the box.

Dusk has fallen on the Glade, I could hear people finishing their work to go eat. I look around the wide space, but there is no one watching me, so I open the lid to the Box quickly, the lid slips out of my hands and loudly bangs on the ground. SHIT, I freeze before frantically glancing around, but the coast still was clear. I hop inside, it was further down then it looked. I paused and looked down, there was a long shaft below me, If I could just cut through this cage, I could climb down there... That could be the way out. It looks far... I cant see the bottom. Maybe we could just tie a everything together and shimmy down... I gripped the chain, I'll have to tell Alby, but first... I took the rag and tied it around the stem of the leaf, then tied to other end to the grate of the cage. I pulled gently on the leaf, but it stayed tethered. Perfect.

I struggled to escape the cage, it was a lot harder because Ben wasn't there to pull me up. Once I got out, I rolled onto the grass and tried to catch my breath before scrambling to close the top. The lid slid into place with a soft thud and I felt so exhilarated, THIS COULD WORK! THEY MIGHT GIVE ME MY NAME! OH MY GOD! I COULD KNOW TOMORROW!

I was tempted to wait there all night, not even got o work, just sit there until the box came back up. No, I should get some sleep. I showered quickly and vetoed the idea of a run. Not tonight, I don't need it.