A/N: WOAH. My first fanfic. I'm putting my heart and soul into this fic, so I sure hope you like it!

My eyes fluttered open. I looked around, seeing nothing but walls. I shivered, because I was really cold. But… What's my name? That's the only thing I want to know. I try to remember it as the box I'm in churns upwards.

"My name is Rose." I think.

I half-heartedly smile, knowing that my name is just a start. I still have a lot to remember. The box yanks to a stop. I hear voices coming from above.

"New Greenie!"

"Great!"

"Let me through! Wait… It's a bloody girl‼" This voice was familiar, and very British. Odd.

"A girl? Ain't possible- Holy shuck, Newt, you're right!"

"I call dibs!"

"No one is calling 'dibs'!"

I look up and see about fifty faces looking back at me. All boys. "Stay back! Don't touch me!" I cried. The one with the accent spoke, gently and calmingly, "No one here will hurt you. Were all friends here. Now, why don't you tell us your name?" He smiles.

"I'm Rose. Tell me yours and get me out of this bloody box!" I practically shout, surprising myself with a very strong British accent. The boy spoke. "I'm Newt, and this shuck face here is Alby. Welcome to the Glade." He jumps in and helps me out of the box.

People were teasing Newt about our shared accent. He glared at them and they stopped. Suddenly I noticed an excruciatingly painful cut on my leg. "Ow- Newt, my leg!" I cry as I pull myself out of the box.

"Don't worry, love, I'll take you to the Med jacks, get you fixed up," For whatever reason I blushed when he called me love. He quickly picked me up like I was a baby, and I snuggle closer to him for warmth. "I bet your cold! Here, take my jacket." I blushed again and took his jacket.

When we got to the place Newt called the hospital, two boy rushed out, and nearly fainted when they saw my cut. "What the hell did you do, She-Bean?" One of the two screamed. "Calm the shuck down, Jeff, you'll wake up the other patients!" The other one groaned.

Newt rolled his eyes. "Fix her leg, you bloody slintheads!" I snuggled closer to him. "I don't wanna!" I cried into Newts shirt. "To bad, love, we gotta get your leg looked at." He mumbled soothingly. The boys were tapping their feet impatiently.

"Fine, but don't call me She-Bean. My name is Rose." I glared at them. They took me from Newt and carried me inside the makeshift hospital.