As you walk through the city, you see these annoying fliers everywhere. Hammered on trees, pinned into marketplaces, on roofs, everywhere.
The next day, your friend Rosalie asks you something.
"Are you joining the competition? I bet you could win with your... strength in (insert power or whatever it was here)..." She whispers. Rosalie's the only one you've told about your 'strength', as she calls it.
"No, I'm not joining the spelling bee. And you know I'm awful with words-"
"No, silly, I mean the competition everyone's talking about. Haven't you seen the fliers?"
"Yes and no-"
"Rosalie, (Y/N), would you like to tell the class what you're talking about?" Mrs. Bratly says snottily.
"No ma'am," you and Rosalie say in unison. Rosalie gets pale whenever she gets called on. It's quite funny, actually.
"Okay then....."
And right there you fell asleep.
When you wake up, school is over, no one bothered to take you out of the paradise called sleep. Thank goodness.
You decide to take another walk around town, figuring what this competition talk was about.
Ripping a flier from a tree, you read:
Are you going
to be in the next
Team of the night?
The flier went on to say there was going to be a competition.
Do you go the address listed and join?
A: Yes
B: No
(I'll comment when the deadline has passed)
