Sororities 101

It's just the beginning.

College. Sororities. Popularity. Freedom. Independence.

Undoubtedly, my childhood was on lock-down for the majority of my life. My parents loved me to my bones, they loved my faults and my perks; sometimes being me was just not good enough. Before I was 5 my life was already planned out for me: my middle school, high-school college and university. My opinion was  unnecessary,my objection would metaphorically slap them in my face; so stupidly,to my downfall, I would follow them. Like a mother duck and it's ducklings. I wouldn't dare disobey them, I loved them, my respect for them and their care for me over whemled me and sometimes shocked me. The lengths they went to was shocking. I wasn't home-schooled. Thank god. I mainly had one friend. She wasn't just a friend. Not to me anyway. Iris was my best friend, she got me through school and helped me escape my stern parents all the time. She was the only person I could trust with the truth - not like there was much to tell anyway.

By the time graduation came around. I just wanted to escape to, my parents choice, of college. Thankfully, Iris is tagging along to college with me to get our qualifications. I was overjoyed to moving away. Into me and Iris' little ickle homestead; realistically it was a teensy tiny little dorm; it meant much more to us. 

Chugging along slowly our ragged pale blue family car dragged along with: me, Iris and our emotional parents. Arriving was delightful. A breeze. We rolled up like celebs. Honestly, the opposite was more accurate. Our weak suitcases gave in to the weight of our luggage. Spewing everywhere, to our astonishment our underwear decorated the pathway,as students with piles of books walked past giggling endlessly. My cheeks went beetroot, where as Iris was wetting herself, admittedly, it was incredibly hilarious; keeping hidden now wasn't really an option for me anymore. Not like Iris would really let me anyway.Her aim of today was to get an invite to a party, find a man and repeat. Mine was slightly different; who am I fooling, if she gets that invite I'm getting dragged there, willing or not. 

Shameful, we dragged our luggage through the endless alleys of dorms and arrived at ours. A simplistic double bedded room, little kitchen and living area armed with desks and mini fridges desired for late night essay writing. My aim for tonight was jogger, hoodies and horror movie nights whilst I still can. As soon I will be swimming laps in due dates and essays; but I love writing. My parents say it won't get me anywhere, but I hope otherwise. A published author, yes please, worldwide selling? A crazy dream. Something only some can achieve. Back to reality. Iris came bounding towards me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she showed me two tickets to the hot spot party, tonight, there goes my movie night. Iris cracks open her suitcase with a giggle revealing a array of glittery, sequin covered dresses which screamed Iris' personality vividly. Yet for me,  I was reaching for my black top; again, Iris does what she does best, and brings out the best of me. With a cheesy grin she passes me a dress which ironically complements my dark brown hair, a warm emerald green dress slightly sequined with a dainty brown buckled belt I slid on my friendly black heels and dashed on a pale green eye-shadow and puckered up my lips with a nude lip color.

Linking arms, me and Iris left our dorm proudly, waiting underneath the starry sky for our taxi.

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