Note:
Y/N means "your name"
H/C means "hair color"
E/C means "eye color"

You woke up inside a large, metal, dark, crate. Your heart started to beat faster and faster as your brain woke up. It was extremely loud, and you realized that you were going up. Well, the crate you were in was going up. You tried to stand up, swayed slightly, and then fell back to the floor on your hands.

Where am I? you thought frantically. Oh god, where am I?!

Your breath became quicker and quicker, and you felt hot tears gather in your eyes.

Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cr-

Your thoughts were cut off by a small sob. Then the tears flowed freely.

Dammit.

They burned your cheeks, and your wiped them away quickly. To stop the waterworks, you look upwards. When you looked up, you noticed that the metal crate you were in was going up and there didn't seem to be an end to the dark tunnel. You decided to examine your surroundings.

The upward tunnel was lit dimly by red flaring lights and various alarms rang loudly as you sped up. You didn't dare try to stand, for fear of scraping your knees and hands again, so you crawled around the large crate to see what was in it. There appeared to be wooden boxes. You squinted at the large red letters stamped on the sides: WICKED.

Ok that's weird.

The tears had stopped now, and your brain was moving quicker while your breath was slowing. Then you looked up again, and your breath hitched in your throat. 

Above was a metal ceiling, and it didn't seem to be opening.

I'm going to crash, oh no, I'm going to crash, oh no, you panicked.

You curled up in a ball, leaning the boxes for support and covering your neck so that your spine wouldn't crack when you crashed.

Then the ceiling opened. The crate slowed down and reached to a bumpy stop.

Sunlight blinded you for a couple minutes, and you covered your face with your arms as much as you could.

Still curled up in a ball, you heard gasps and some mutters like "what the shuck!" and "holy klunk...." They all sounded like boys. You moved your hands out of the way and tried to fully open your eyes.

There were about twenty boys looking down at you.

Great. Just great, was your first thought.

A boy jumped down near your huddling figure in the crate. Startled, you looked up at him. He had sandy blonde hair and some sparkling eyes.

"Welcome to the Glade, greenie."

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