I woke up to the sound of metal banging on metal.

I looked around and saw crates and metal box surrounding me. That was all I could make up through the darkness. The unpleasant smell. The coldness. The filthy surface under me. Nothing was familiar. Even I was unfamiliar to myself. Everything was like a nightmare. Fear controlled my body as the thought sank in. I ran my hand in the empty space in hope of finding some help. As I moved around blindly, a yellow light flickered above me. I looked up and saw an end to this long ride. The box began to move faster and wasn't stopping. I was panicked. What was happening?

I screamed for help, not even sure if there was any help out there. "Help! Someone please!"

All of the sudden I was half knocked out by getting lifted up in the air by the speed and the box hitting the wall and then just to be pulled back down by gravity. And just before everything went dark I saw a dirty blonde haired boy jumped into the box shouting, "It's a girl!" In a thick British accent.

"How old is she?"

"What's she look like??"

"Hey Shuck face! You'll die to your pleasant death here."

Some more voices joined his as he slightly pulled me up and everything finally went blank.