Sorority

   “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.