This is Two Years before Thomas & Teresa come to the Glade. There's only Alby, Minho, Newt, Gally and 10 other Gladers in the Glade right now.

The Glade was peaceful, like it usually was. The building was continuing but wasn't yet done, they had their plans for what needed to be built instructed by Alby.

In a few weeks it would be a year since Alby was put into the Glade. Then boys started coming up one by one every month. 10 other boys including Alby. Newt, Minho, Gally and seven others.

As the Gladers continued their daily jobs, Newt doing his as, Second in-command, was walking around the Glade making sure everything was in order, the alarm rang. The one that signaled a new arrival into the Glade. The Gladers had almost forgotten it was that time of the month.

All you felt was the feeling of cold, hard metal against your back. Then the horrible sound of creating erupted inside your ear. When you finally opened for eyes, you took in your surroundings.

You were in a large metal box that was rising up to somewhere. You had no memory of anything. The complete memory loss besides your name is something you'll realize all of the rest of the Gladers arrived with as well. How you got into the box, your life before the box. . . nothing. You aren't sure what scared you more, your loss of memory or how dark it was in this box.

Eventually, after awhile of panicking and getting nowhere, the box stopped. It was silent for a moment and you thought you had a moment to catch your breath, but then two doors opened up from the ceiling of the box.

They opened up to bright light that eventually faded away into regular vision as your eyes adjusted. After your eyes adjusted you saw 11 boys staring down at you. Then, someone jumped into the box. A boy, a cute one to be exact. He had blonde hair and a slight limp.

“Get them up, Newt!” One of the boys shouted

“I think it's a girl.” The boy, you now know is named Newt, responded. Extreme confusion was registered in his tone and his face.

His response was followed by responses from several other Gladers. Things like: “No way!” “We've never had a girl before!” “I call dibs!”

Newt smiled softly down at you, holding out his hand gently. “Welcome to the Glade. C’mon. I'll help ya up.” he said, his British accent piercing.