you were new to the glade, and thank fuck you already had friends.

you seemed to be pretty close with thomas and newt, thomas had explained how when he first got to the glade it was a horrendous first day, pretty understandable.

you were mid conversation with newt and thomas, standing by the bonfire, when someone hits your back.

you turn around to see gally and some dude fighting, you made eye contact with gally.

"huh, what do you say greenie? wanna see what you're made of?" he said, with a smirk on his face.

he clearly thought he was better than everyone else, and few people probably thought he was.

you stare in disbelief before a few people start chanting 'greenie'. and thing is, it didn't stop. it got louder, and louder.

you stared around, seeing a few of your friends— minho, newt and thomas, looking at you with a tense expression.

you looked back at gally, who was gesturing you forward. and you did step forward, because you couldn't step down.

the crowd erupted into cheers, this was a bad idea, and clearly your friends thought so too.

"okay. all right. the rules are simple, greenie. i try and push you out of the circle, you try and last more than five seconds." he speaks, rolling up his sleeves.

"ready?" he spoke, but he didn't give you much time to think over your answer, he lunged at you, causing you to fall back against the crowd before hitting your face hard on the sand that was laid out underneath you, making you cough.

"come on greenie, we're not done yet." gally spoke once more, staring at you.