At least I was able to sneak in a quick nap because tonight was going to be a long one. My alarm buzzed, telling me it was time to head downstairs for the makeup session before they potentially kicked me out.
The phone rang with an incoming call and I was confused to see the unknown number. Even more confusing was the connection made to Holton Prison.
“How are you calling me this late?” I asked.
“Bishop worked his magic on the guards and we got to stream the premiere,” Clara yelled, trying to be heard over the commotion in the back. “You were amazing. I can’t believe how pretty you looked during your interview and you killed it at the hospital.”
“I didn’t kill anything.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “What’s going on over there?”
“It’s just these stupid beasts who can’t wait their
