“Right Aiden, you do that. As if you’re not special enough as it is!”

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            The week went by without any major events…well, other than sorority events. Unfortunately, both girls barely got to see each other as they usually did. They had classes all day, then had to go to rush events. And by Friday night, Ashley had been informed via phone that she was going to be receiving a bid, and was now on her way to the disclosed location for Omicron Mu Gamma’s bid night. Spencer on the other hand had been waiting to hear from the girls of Sigma Mu Omicron. None of the perspectives had been informed as to how they would be receiving a bid. She was innocently surfing Myspace (looking at Ashley’s page), when she heard knocking at her door, and when she opened it, she was immediately instructed to remain silent, and was blindfolded. ‘Somehow, I always imagined me being blindfolded would be a lot kinkier,’ the blonde said to herself. ‘And the only girl I imagined blindfolding me, definitely isn’t this girl right here.’ As unnerving as it was to be blindfolded, the blonde remained quiet, and allowed herself to be lead out of Marks Hall.

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            Ashley returned back to the dorms about an hour before Spencer got back. She didn’t want to admit it, but she’d had fun. And she was now an official pledge to Omicron Mu Gamma. ‘OMG…I really am part of a sorority,’ she thought to herself. ‘I can’t believe it. Me…and a sorority. I must’ve fallen out of bed and hit my head on something during the first week here!’ she shook her head at the thought. ‘The girls are all really nice. This is definitely going to be an interesting semester.’ She laid down on her bed and started to think over the whole sorority idea. She didn’t see what was so wrong with wanting to be in a sorority. While she didn’t care about what people thought of her, the thought of always have somewhere to belong, was comforting. Sure, there’d be drama. There were 60 girls in the house, and with 17 new pledges. Of course there would be drama. To think that everyone would get along was unrealistic. But out of the girls she talked to excessively tonight, she was sure she was bound to make some new friends. Her pledge class consisted of 17 girls, some who joined with friends, some who came alone, and some who had to leave friends that were not invited to join the sorority. And they were all individuals. Each girl had her own personality and idea of who they wanted to be. She liked that. She just hoped Spencer’s sorority would be like hers, and that she’d get along with her pledge class.