The teenaged girl opened her eyes, feeling cold metal all around her. She got up slowly, feeling the metal starting to move upwards. She knew she was in an elevator of some sort. It was almost completely dark. Refusing to panic, she felt along the wall of the elevator, looking for an exit. On the top of the box, there was a line, where two panels met. Pushing up at it with all of her might, she strained. It wouldn't budge. She felt her memories draining away, but she still wouldn't panic. No, panicking wouldn't help at all. She was even starting to forget forgetting. Ignore it all, she kept searching for a way out.
Harriet ran to the Box with the other Gladers.
"The Box is late this month," Someone said.
"Stand back," Harriet warned. Last month's Greenie, Joanne, stepped away from the doors to the Box. They opened a moment later. A girl with short, red hair and blue eyes stood in the metal elevator. Lowering herself in, careful not to startle the new girl, Harriet spoke to her.
"I'm Harriet. Welcome to the Glade." The girl turned to face her, her face a mask of confusion.
"The Glade? Where am I? Why am I here? Why can't I remember anything?"
Harriet put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Relax. It's the same for all of us. Come on. Let's get you out of the Box. What's your name?"
The girl swallowed. Then she answered.
"Rachel. My name is Rachel."