I pressed my shaking hands against my thighs in a vain attempt to still them. I was only a sophomore. If I got kicked out now, I’d miss out on half my time in the sorority. Rocks piled in my throat. All my childhood, my mom pimped Rho Sigma, telling me the sorority was “the best four years of her life” where she met “the best friends she ever had.” The ones who regaled her funeral with hilarious tales that sent my ugly tears packing. And I’d met my best friends I’d ever had here too. I wasn’t ready to leave, to prematurely evacuate this experience. Layla and two other girls on the board gave me snippy looks from their perch on the largest of all the couches. The ornate wing-backed chairs made it seem like they were sitting on thrones. The rest of the couches had been pushed to the back of the room, forcing me to stand in front of them and look down at them as I spoke. I focused on the swirl of flowers at my feet because I couldn’t bear to look them in the eye. Layla fiddled with a small tape recorder.
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