you awoke to a loud clanging noise, your vision disoriented but you opened your eyes slightly anyway.

the only light was from above, which casted red around the small box you were in. you were surrounded by supplies, you felt the box moving, your hands gripped at the grate that was used as a floor.

you felt extremely nauseous, confused, exhausted. you were practically on the verge of being sick. you couldn't remember anything, it was an awful feeling.

suddenly, the box came to a halt, and the red light turned green. the box doors opened, you shuffled to the corner, using your arms to shelter you from the sunlight and the people surrounding you.

a tall boy pulled you out of the box, harshly. "day one greenie, rise and shine." he said before shoving you on the grass. the group of boys instantly surrounded you, making jokes about your confusion. you rolled onto your stomach before standing up and sprinting. a few whistled, a few laughed.

"we have a runner!" said one of the boys behind you. you ran right into the maze.

it took a while for Minho—a runner, to finally find you. and when he did he practically cursed you out, saying you were pushing your luck, whatever that meant anyway. he dragged you back to the glade, where some of the boys looked up from their chores, exchanging looks with eachother and laughing.