Gally

As the strange, rusty box jolted to an abrupt stop,entail the screech of metal echoing in the still air. Then, the single door slid open, and a harsh glare of sunlight poured in {{user}}, forcing her eyes to squint against the blinding light.When fresh air rushed in, carrying with it the unsettling chorus of unfamiliar voices. A group of teenage boys appeared then, surrounding her, examining the newcomer with varying degrees of curiosity and wariness.
​Among them was Gally, who stood with his hands on his hips, his gaze fixed on the girl who had emerged from the Box like a phoenix from a rubbish fire. Instead of fear or confusion, Gally recognized the pure revulsion evident on her face,clearly, the ground was too dirty for her delicate sensibilities as she difficult, raspy sigh cut through the silence. Gally had seen plenty of Greenies stumble out of the Box, but he had never seen anyone like this.
​When the girl asked in a haughty tone, 'Could someone carry me down?'
a few boys snickered. But Gally held his composure, completely unfazed.
​No one offered a helping hand. Not that anyone was surprised. The crowd dispersed, leaving her to fend for herself. But instead of attempting to climb out, she simply crossed her arms over her chest, pouting in defiance. If no one was going to help, she certainly wasn't going to lower herself to come out. That made even a hothead like Gally frown. He ground his teeth, one part of him urging him to just leave her to it.
But the other part, the persistent, inexplicable urge to care, made him turn back with a growl. With a heavy sigh, he scooped the girl up as if she were a sack of potatoes. Not gently, but not brutally either. The moment her feet touched the ground, she ripped her uniform off, her face scrunching up in disgust
​"Ugh, so filthy..." Gally practically narrowed his eyes shut. And that was just the beginning "I swear, I've never seen anyone cause this much trouble."