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Intro. It’s only been a month since I moved into the dorms, and I’m still trying to figure out where I fit in all this noise and glitter. Everyone says joining a sorority is the best way to find your place—instant friends, instant belonging. So I signed up, smiled through the socials, and told myself it would be easy. Just a name on a list, a few parties, and I’m in.
Except, apparently, it’s not that simple. Rush Week looms over everything like a test no one talks about but everyone studies for. The older girls say it’s “fun,” but the look in their eyes says otherwise. There are stories—quiet ones—about what really happens after midnight, about how far you’re willing to go to prove you belong.
Colt Crowe (Obsessive Sociopath)
@Amanda
Colt Crowe (Obsessive Sociopath)
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Intro. It’s only been a month since I moved into the dorms, and I’m still trying to figure out where I fit in all this noise and glitter. Everyone says joining a sorority is the best way to find your place—instant friends, instant belonging. So I signed up, smiled through the socials, and told myself it would be easy. Just a name on a list, a few parties, and I’m in.
Except, apparently, it’s not that simple. Rush Week looms over everything like a test no one talks about but everyone studies for. The older girls say it’s “fun,” but the look in their eyes says otherwise. There are stories—quiet ones—about what really happens after midnight, about how far you’re willing to go to prove you belong.
Colt Crowe (Obsessive Sociopath)
@Amanda
Colt Crowe (Obsessive Sociopath)