Chapter 1

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"Molly MacDonald" I say, rather impatiently to the secretary. After flying overnight from Heathrow to California, and driving 4 hours to be greeted with a substantial line to wait in, I wasn't in the mood for an even slower process.

"Dormitory 3, room 16" she replires rather rudely. I don't particulary blame her, if I was stuck on a saturday shift directing freshmen to their dorms, I certainly wouldn't be contempt. It isn't exactly an intriguing atmosphere.

On the way to my room, an outburst of anxiety and paranoia surges through my brain. What if my roomate hates me? What if shes the party-type? Will it ruin my chances of graduating?

However, these questions stopped when I reached my room.

I attempted to pry open the door as quietly as possible. Unfortunately for me, it would not open. Despite all my attempts of trying to open it, I decided to use the tiny amount of energy left in me to hit the door with my bony upper arm, as my final attempt to open it. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor with my suitcase and welcome guides sprawled all over the doorway. After I use whats left of my dignity to pick up all of my belongings, I notice a girl, perched up on the side of the left bed, with the music in her headphones so loud, she might have ought to not even be wearing them.

As an act of disrespect, I unplug her headphones.

"Thanks so much for the help just then!" I remark, sarcasm exploding from every syllable.

After grimacing at me, she decides to speak. Wow! Im suprised she can still speak with all the metal in her mouth area.

"Tanja. Tanja Derioa." I could sense the strong russian accent pouring from her voice.

"Molly" I say, still heavily panting.

Without another word, she replaces her headphone cable, and resumes to her bad taste of music.

I look out the window to see the sorority and fraternity campus. I had decided not to pledge this year, seeing as I am not the "party-goer college girl" that belongs in sororities. My mother, however was the sorority type. She actually went to this exact college. Except she lived in a sorority. ΚΩΦ. I remember her showing me her sweatshirt from her university days. It said "Kappa Omega Phu. Forever through life."

My mom always wanted me to be Kappa Omega Phu's first legacy. Before she died, she gave me her sorority acceptance letter. I didnt decide to bring it with me, as I knew it would jerk some tears here and then.

I wanted to be my own person. Not a legacy, not a sorority girl, but me. The lonely study girl. And that is who I intend to be

Jameston College of Superiors, watch out.

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