“Well,
I think that’s the last of them,” her father said, slamming the trunk of his
daughter’s ’98 Mustang GT.The
first day of fall semester at Cal State
University was tomorrow and Sam was just now moving into her sorority
house. As they began their trip to the beginning of her new life, she couldn’t
help but remember all the amazing memories of her senior year of high school.
She was the top of her class, gorgeous, and the type to “bring home to mom and
dad.” Everybody loved Sam then, everybody. She shuttered at her self; she hated
letting her mind wander off like that, but she couldn’t help it. These memories
seemed so long ago now that she was a sophomore at the university, but this was
her first year at Cal State.
She
waved as her parents pulled off, but did not shed a tear for she was used to
this by now. Her parents adopted her when she was just a little girl due to the
abandonment of her mother when she was just 3.
She
began to think about what her new sisters would think of her. She hoped, prayed
rather, that they would accept her with open arms and take to her unlike the
previous college sorority. She walked up to the front of the large, white house
and couldn’t happen but notice all the remains of a party that must have
happened the previous night. She took a deep breath and with shaking hands,
knocked on the door. A petite girl answered the door with a smile the size of
her platinum blonde hair.
“Can
I help you?” she asked, with a snooty tone to her whiny voice.
“Um,
yeah, “ Sam began to stutter “I-I’m Sam. I transferred here for the year and
since I was already a sister at my old college, they just let me-“
“Oh
my gosh! I know exactly who you are!” she exclaimed. The tone in her voice was
ambiguous to whether that was a good thing or not.
Hannah
was the blonde’s name and she had no problem showing Sam around the house and
introducing her to the other sisters. She led Sam to her room so she could
settle in.
“Dinner
is at 6. Everybody has their own night to cook unless we previously establish
that it is a ‘fend-for-yourself dinner night,” Hannah explained.
“So
what is tonight?” Sam asked.
Hannah
chuckled, and then replied, “Well, Tracy is supposed to cook tonight so I would
snack before you come downstairs.”
Sam
ate dinner with the girls and chatted over the meal. Sam couldn’t help but get
an eerie feeling from one girl in particular, Danielle. She felt as if the Barbie-like
girl knew something about her. Something she didn’t want anyone to know.
It
was Spring Break freshman year of college and Sam had been invited to go to the
beach with her sorority sisters and a bunch of guys from the frat house down
the road. Sam had dated one of the hottest Alpha
Delta Pi and they would be celebrating their one year that week. She was so
happy and everything was perfect. Or so she thought. Later that night, Sam
walked in on her and her boyfriend with one of her closest sisters from her
house. She couldn’t believe it. She had never felt such pain before, such
betrayal. Only to find out that this had
been going on for months without her having a single clue. She began to cry and
scream, causing an unnecessary scene. Trina apologized and tried to calm her
down, but Sam didn’t want anything to do with her and threw a punch. The fight
was later split up and no one saw Sam again. The next day, Trina turned up
missing. No body, no traces, no suspects, nothing.
Sam
knew what she had done was unspeakable. No one would ever know. They have no
body so therefore; they have no case she thought. She had learned this off of
the countless murder mysteries she would watch. Her secret was between her and
Trina and since the dead can’t talk, no one would ever know. Or so she thought.
Danielle
sat across the table from Sam the entire night, silent. The rest of the girls
were asking every question you could imagine as fast as Sam could rattle off
the answers. Sam liked these girls and loved her new house. She thought things
would be different here. She would be able to start over and live her life the
way it was in high school.
The
girls cleaned their dishes and headed off to their rooms. Tonight was Sunday
and tomorrow was the first day of classes for most of the girls in the house.
She
was walking to her room when an arm reached out and tapped her on the
shoulder. As she arose from the shadows,
her face became illuminated in the light: it was Danielle.
“Don’t
think for a second I don’t know who you really are.” She said with a grotesque
tone.
“W-what
do you mean.” Sam said, turning red and beginning to perspire on her forehead.
“You
can’t keep a secret like that for forever you know.”
With
that, she walked off. Sam knew she didn’t want to leave her new life and if
anyone found this out, she would get kicked out. Sam sneered; she knew that the
only person you could trust with a secret like that was a dead one.
