"I could think of a thousand adjectives; but you are precisely this; intoxicating" The moment Fawn awoke in the box, she knew there was something terribly wrong. She couldn't remember a thing, she couldn't even remember her own name. But that was before she even stepped in the Glade. The glade that was filled with teenage boys, Only Boys. Fawn wanted nothing to do with the glade nor any of the people in it, but there might be one certain shuck face that might change her mind. »ongoing« under editing I swear my writing gets a lot better as it goes I only own Fawn, all settings and characters are owned by James Dashner Cover by: twinbutterfly02