I wake up, panting, in a room that's going up.

What the....

I try to look around, but I can't because it's too dark. My hands feel the cold wall and I shudder.

Wait.....

A smile breaks across my face. I'm in the Box. Which means I'm going to the Glade. I almost cheer.

I've been working with WICKED for years and I have watched the Gladers thrive in the maze. I was told that one day I would be sent up as well, and today is that day.

Don't they normally have their memories wiped? I think.

I search my mind and find that mine are mostly there still. I notice many gaps and holes, but can remember quite a lot more than the others, and that is a blessing.

I remember that my name is Kathy. I remember all of the Gladers that have been sent up and I remember some of WICKED's secrets and plans. I know how their monsters work and how to kill them. I know each of the subject names by heart. I remember many more things too.

Newt, Minho, Alby, Thomas, Frypan.....they won't remember me....

I know that too. It makes me sad to know that they don't remember anyone or anything.

Suddenly, the Box comes to a stop and I stand, waiting for the boys to get me out. A sliver of light appears at the top of the Box. The doors are thrown open and a crowd of boys stand waiting at the top.

"Hello", I say, calmly. "My name is Kathy."

The boys erupt in conversations, shouting and whispering and cramming to get a look at me; the new Greenie.

"Yes, I am the new Greenie. Now please get me out of this damned box", I demand.

Minho and Newt hop into the Box to help me out.

"Name's-"

"Newt, yeah I know", I wink at him.

"And I'm-"

"Minho."

They stare at me in awe. I roll my eyes and climb out of the Box and onto the grassy Glade ground.

"Hey, Alby. Frypan. Winston. Zart. Fred. Daniel. Ronald. Joe. Philip", I spin around in a circle, greeting people.

No one says a word. They all just look at me like I'm a shiny new car.

"Um.....what?"

"How'd you know so many of our names?" Alby asks me.

"Because I have some of my memories still. I was friends with many of you before all this. I used to work for WICKED, but they sent me up in the Box too. Now I'm here. And before you ask, I don't know the way out, but I know you will find the way soon", with that being said, I salute and turn on my heel, walking to the kitchen.

I grab a bottle of water and take a sip, enjoying the crisp taste.

"Enjoying yourself?" Minho asks at the doorway.

I nod my head, "Very."

He rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to me on the counter.

"I'm pretty sure Frypan would not appreciate your butt on his counter", I observe.

Minho just shrugs.

"And I care why?"

I shrug too and toss my empty bottle in the trash.

"Where do I sleep?" I ask.

"Oh, something you don't know already!"

"Quite being such a sassy dick and tell me where the hell I am sleeping", I snap.

He rolls his eyes again and points at the Homestead.

"You'll be sleeping in there since you're a girl."

"Thanks", I hum.

I jog over to the giant building and open the door, peering inside. There is a huge, rickety staircase. Shutting the door behind me, I go up the stairs and end up in a hallway with three rooms. I open one of the doors and see a messy room.

Haha, nope.

I move on to the next room. This room is much neater, but still has evidence of a resident. I sigh and move to the final room. This one is empty except for a bed and mirror. I nod in content and walk in, closing the door and locking it.

I roll into the bed and pull the blankets to my face. Then, I close my eyes and go to sleep.

Hello! I know that this isn't very good, but it's just a short one-shot. Please vote if you enjoyed and leave a comment telling me what you thought.