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“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING e roo her purse on the floor of our tiny dorthquarters and checks to see how her hair fared after our long night “I’e!”
That’s funny, because I’ the complete opposite
Just over a o, Christine and I relocated to the Windy City to attend our first year at the University of Illinois I couldn’t wait to rise above and conquer I had dreams Goals to take over the world…or at least a small portion of it Christine, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to become a sister Both had different plans, both of us just as passionate
When I thought about attending college in Chicago, I pictured historic building tours, breweries, and prestigious university lectures Nowhere inSororities And if it weren’t for ed and pleaded that we just try it out, I wouldn’t have been caught dead participating in forirls rule the world I wanted nothing to do with it I wanted to hang in the parks and capture views of the gigantic fountain Take a trip to the lake and snapshots of people enjoying the beautiful weather and sand Instead, I spent it swearing to stay strong while holdinglist of e e social ladder
And in college, it’s exactly where a huge chunk of girls lose their way Sorority life A clan of girls ant you to be their sister for nothing more than to capture our souls and turn us into their own personal puppets
Christine and I pledged Let ed I may have been forced to participate in the nonsense, but the end result would always be the same: I, Jenson Stone, refuse to be anyone’s puppet I had zero intention of beco was real about thele ounce of their once upon a ti theirl they once were I wonder what parents think of their precious daughters who co aith attitudes, much shorter skirts, and a sexual track record that would have their late grandrave
College changes people That’s just a known fact But a sorority transforirls intomore than to ruin others just to feel ahead Prettier Better dressed It never ends I know you ask how the hell I know, since clearly, I have no interest, nor want to become one of them I know it because I’ve spent the last couple weeks observing Dragged along to each sisterhood get-together: social mixer, pajama party, formal, semi-formal, dance, luncheon, pancake breakfast Jesus, it didn’t stop While I was rollingfor their bullshit spiel, ned her life away
And now, I stand in o on and on about how a to be And I can’t disagree more
“Did you see hoesome that house was? Like, we could live there! That could be us They all share clothes, Brittany told et me started on all the brand names Stephanie, the redhead? She was decked out head to toe in Coach”
I tossI want to do is spend another second in the outfit Christine forced me to wear “Yeah, I also saw all the scrunched-up, Botoxed faces eyeing me like the outcast They were probably horrified to think I was there because I actually wanted in their cult club” I peel off the black halter top, tossing it into her dirty laundry bin
“Jensen, coood for us We canthis”
“Friends?” I turn to her, offering her my raised eyebrows “Christine, those are not our friends More like blood-sucking vampires ant to use us as their little slaves Did you hear what so? No thanks I’in with”