The shrill alarm pierced the air, seemingly floating through the lifeless breeze and causing my head to ring.

"The greenie alarm," newt muttered, "watch it be a bloody monkey,"
"Come on, let's go," I hurried up, he held my arm down.

"Doesn't come till thirty minutes," he sighed, as I sat down, slumping into the hard bench.

I could tell newt was having a hard time, the first greenie since Adam...

I wondered if it was a girl, if I wasn't going to be alone. Well, I know I'm not alone, but sometimes girls need girls. I'm living with 50 boys, and especially the flirts. I eye rolled at my thoughts.

"What?" Newt asked, confused. I realized he had been staring at me, "oh, nothing..." I weakly smiled. He reached out his hand, and I grasped it. He returned my smile. "It's going to be okay, stop bloody worrying," he sighed, "I sometimes need to remember that myself," he laughed.

I giggled, I light sound, floating through the air. We sat, eating for twenty minutes, when I began to get bored.

"Wanna walk around?" I asked. He nodded, raising from his seat. We didn't design this, but seemed to gravitate towards the box, my curiosity subconsciously changing my mind.

He rattling cage looked much different from the outside. I felt like the veteran, my fears from inside the box felt like forever ago. I sat down, criss-cross, and waited patiently. Newt, being the best friend he is, just sat down next to me.

I laid my head on his shoulder, his arm around my shoulder. People were starting to gather, watching the box, eager to see if they're like me. If it's another girl.

I could hear boys mumbling behind me, "I hope the greenies as hot as Joannah. We could use another," boy 1 chuckled. "Aye, but be careful, look what happened to adam," boy 2 replied.

I shot up, his comment jarring me out of my daze. My anger bubbled up, and I leaped onto my feet. Newt, could see my anger, but he also had some in him.

"Hey, slinthead, have some bloody respect," newt muttered. I recognized the boys from gray eyes' crew. "Yeah, whatever, let's just hope the next girl doesn't make sacrifices a usual thing,"

I acted before I knew what I was doing. My balled fist slammed into his chin, a sharp crack sounding. His friend slammed into me, holding me down. I struggled before spitting into his face.

He flinched, and all of a sudden pummeled to the side. Newt was on top of him, holding him down. The boy twisted sideways, slamming his fist into newts limp leg. A flash of pain crossed his face before he was thrown off. I threw myself on top of friend 1, punching over and over.

Blood oozes out of his nose until friend 2 leaped to his feet, grabbing a rock and slamming it into my head. I fell off dazed, glimpsing what was happening before I began to slip away.

Newt landed a fierce punch into friend 2, and he dropped like a weight, not stirring. Friend 1 took a look at his heap of a friend and ran off.

Newt rushed towards me, his fingers grazing the wound on my head. A worried look pained his face, but I was distracted.

The box made a clanging sound, coming to a stop 10 feet away from me.