Ky's POV:

There is an alarm going off.

The box alarm.

No. I'm back in the box. No, this can't be happening.

I scream.

"No!! Help me! Help me please! Not again!"

I scream and scream until my throat is raw.

Suddenly, someone is shaking me.

"Ky! Ky, wake up!" Newt's voice pierces through the darkness.

I open my eyes. I am in the Glade, in my hammock. Thomas and Newt are standing over me with worried expressions on their faces.

"I'm okay. It was just a dream", I say.

"What was it about?" Thomas asks me.

"Well, I had a dream that the box was coming up again -"As soon as the words leave my mouth, the alarm starts to go off again.

I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears.

I feel Newt's hands grab mine, pulling them away from my face.

"Hey, it's okay. You're not in the box. It's just the Greenie alarm....which shouldn't be happening this early......but it's okay, you're okay, I'm here", Newt soothes me.

I open my eyes. Newt smiles and nods at me. The alarm has stopped.

"See? It's alright."

I smile back.

"Let's go meet the new Greenbean", I say, getting up.

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Thomas, Newt, and I head over to where the group of boys were crowded around the box.

"10 more minutes until the box arrives with the new Greenie", a voice shouts.

I look at Newt, who is staring thoughtfully at the ground.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, touching his shoulder lightly.

He looks at me.

" I have a bad feeling about this, Ky", he says, looking back at the ground.

I say nothing, and stare at the ground as well, waiting for the box to arrive.

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Madison's POV:

Where am I? All I can remember is my name...Madison....No family, no friends, no pets, no life, I can't remember anything!!!

"Better not panic", I say out loud to myself. My voice is scratchy and dry.

I feel around and realize I am in a box. There are boxes and crates around me.

Okay, now I know where I am, I think bitterly.

I lay down, and close my eyes. Suddenly, the box begins to move. I jump to my feet, which is a bad idea, because I then proceed to fall, crashing into a crate.

The box rattles and shakes violently as it moves upwards slowly.

"Better just wait", I say to myself.

I lay back down, and do just as I said. I wait.

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