By the time Sunday rolls around, everyone is exhausted. We had three training sessions today, and I'm completely sore. I flop down on my bed.
"Ughhhh," I groan. "Stupid SHIELD." I pick up my phone and open Instagram. I haven't checked it since last week. I open my DMs and they're completely flooded with messages. I decide to go live.
"Hi!" I wave as the first people join. I'm getting tons of chat thingys
"We thought you were dead"
"@ i wish she were dead 😒"
"'we thought you were dead" No that was Tony," I laugh.
"Seriously though, I don't want to talk about it. Ive got a press conference tomorrow so you'll know all the details then." I put the phone up near me, leaning it on a bookshelf and sitting on the floor.
"Who wants to see a magic trick?" I say, pulling out a deck of cards.
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After my live, Miss Augustus calls everyone down about Tuesday.
"As you all know, your tryouts are on Tuesday. Until then, you are not to speak to each other. Stay in your room as much as possible. You may only leave the compound when given express permission. We have armed guards, so if you try anything, it's on sight." she says, smiling a bit. I look around at her new office.
There's a small crate with a little logo and company name "F.A.C.T.S." it reads. I stare at it, and she notices.
"Earth to Maddie. You have a press conference tomorrow. If it were after tomorrow I'd make you cancel it so you should thank me for being nice."
She's so passive aggressive
