you were currently in the pit. Not ideal. All you remember is waking up in a cold, dark, metal box surrounded by a bunch of smaller wooden crates and boxes. The Box had hurtled upward and opened in another place you couldn't get out of. A place these boys called 'the Glade.' When you were pulled out of the metal box, and saw the dozens of boys looking at you in confusion, makes sense you'd be on-guard. they didn't choose to explain quickly, so it was kinda their fault you punched one out, right? Maybe.

but now you were trapped in a different box. This one was dug into the ground and covered by a stick grate like a prison cell, which you assumed it was. They called it the pit, and you wondered how long you'd be in here. I mean, it wasn't a repeat offense, shouldn't be long, right?

before you could finish that thought, a blond boy with brown eyes crouched down beside the slanted pit entrance.

"You alright, Greenie?" he spoke, hints of his British accent showing through.