??????? ?????? ?? george clarke

day two ;

madi's pov ;

' hello motherfuckers! it's time to get up! get your ass up now! '

everyone wakes up and groans to the sound of his voice and the lights all turning on at once, "that is the worse noise i can hear in the morning." george moans will getting up from his bed. i pull the covers back over my face and suddenly hear the tv make a noise.

' breakfast is now ready to collect from
the shop '

it's going to be shit. i'm calling like some plain toasted bread or just some porridge.

we all make our way to the shop and grab our breakfast, porridge. which was what i expected. it has nothing in it, no honey, sugar, fruit or anything. just porridge.

i turn to see dylan confirming a coffee and i decided to confirm one myself, as i turn to the camera, george lightly touches my waist, "could you confirm two?"

i nod, turning up to the camera, "can i confirm two coffees please. one latte with oat milk and a black americano." i don't know how, but i still remember what george ordered whenever we went to the coffee shop together. mya shortly confirms a meal upgrade after me.

george's pov ;

dylan doesn't hesitate to confirm a coffee early in the morning, even though i assumed some of us would hold off. i see madi go up to the camera to confirm an order, so i nudge her and ask if she can get one for me too. i'm just about to tell her what i want when she says it first. she remembers.

' room 19 '

"to be honest i wasn't really surprised with the amount of people who ordered coffee. however i was surprised that no one ordered a meal upgrade. guess breakfast is when we're losing the least amount of money."

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madi's pov ;

ddg, jason, me, and mya are all gathered at the table, discussing who we would vote out right now.
"so who would you vote?" ddg asks, directing his question at me.

i sit for a while. "i don't really know people well enough to vote one out, but there's one i don't really talk to much..."

"and that would be..?" jason asks.

"i don't know... whitney, i guess," i respond, taking another bite of my food.

everyone else starts to gather in, and the others sitting around me at the table go quiet.

' room 19 '

"it feels weird talking about my housemates.. saying like who do we want to vote out and who would we want to leave first."

' is there anyone you think would want you gone first? '

"i hope not. i have one in mind but i doubt that would actually be the case."

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i decide to get up for a quick shower. heading over to the bedroom to grab my clothes, i see george following close behind me. "how's it going..." he asks.

"why're you trying to make small talk?"

"i'm trying to not make people suspicious about us," he says.