-??? POV-

Darkness surrounded me as I was slowly being lifted up to... more darkness? I can't even tell anymore! Is it an infinite darkness? I can't even remember my name! "Marie," a voice in my head whispered. That's my name, I thought.

A light slowly opened up above me and hit me with a blinding ray of sun. I looked down to prevent permanent blinding. Is it the end of me? Am I about to die? Is this heaven?

"Who is this girl?" someone asked. "There's never been a girl at the Glade before!"

"Oh, shuck it, Newt!" another guy muttered as I saw him pushing the first guy off. Newt had messed-up, blondish hair and kind-of palish skin, in my opinion. His eyes. They were a greenish-blue color that looked like the sea out in the distance. To me, he looked about 16 or 17. Plus, he spoke in a really cute accent that I couldn't place where it came from.

"Where am I?" I asked, confused for the life of me.

"Does anyone here look familiar to you?" Newt asked, using a voice that I'm pretty sure can be used for babies. I can't even remember anything, except for my name.

"Um, no." I answered slowly. "Why? Do you guys recognize me? I can't remember anything."

The guys looked at me weirdly. Is it really their first time seeing a girl. Sheesh, it's not fun being the only girl in a room, let alone in an island.

"Newt! Bring her to the infirmary!" the second guy yelled. He was towering over Newt, who I thought was pretty tall. He had dark skin, that seemed even darker with the bright sun, and black hair that was cropped close to his head. He had piercing brown eyes that seemed a lot more like fire in the daylight, and looked about 17 years old.

"No need to be a bloody shank, Alby," Newt muttered. He slowly hauled me up to my feet, and I realized that I was about the same height as Newt. He started to help me walk, but I pushed him off.

"Sheesh, I can walk. Okay?" I fired at him. "Don't need to treat me like a baby. I'm just as capable as all of you shanks. Plus, I don't need medical attention. I'm perfectly fine."

"Well, I suppose you could use a guide around the Homestead, then," Newt said, grabbing me by my wrist. I had no choice but to follow him. What am I doing with my life?