I woke up to the sound of arguing.

Before sitting up I just pay there and hoped no one would notice I was awake. My eyes were still shut when I heard the boy with the British accent again. This time he was saying, "Why would they send us a bloody girl. I mean there's only boys here, so why the bloody hell did they send us a girl?!"

I unfurled my eyes and straightened up only to fall back down 'cause of a head rush. Four boys stood at the foot of the bed I was on. The one in the middle was the British boy, the one to his right was an Asian with really good hair, another one was to the left and had dark brown hair and eyes and the last one behind them looked mad. He was staring at me like a cat fixated upon its prey. Goosebumps rose up on my body as I shifted side to side.

"Alby, stop giving her the death stare! You're bloody scaring her."

The boy –Alby- walked out of the room, leaving relief in me. Once he was gone, slamming the door wildly behind him, I opened my mouth to ask the questions that were eating me from inside.

"Where am I? Who are you people? And what's going on?" I yelled.

The room went dead silent and after maybe two minutes one of them broke the silence. "Well to answer your first question, you're in the Glade and my name is Newt, Minho is to my right, Tommy to my left and the one who left was Alby. "

He paused and the three boys looked at each other in confusion.

"And to answer your last question, none of us bloody know."