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Brett Hotchkins
Every year on the night before the first day of classes, Octavian Hills held a mandatory orientation dinner. The dinner was more so to welcome the new incoming freshman class, but mandatory meant every student had to attend, sit at their assigned table, and wear their standard uniform. Kingston Ashcroft was in charge of the social scene at the school, and he always threw a party of epic proportions. But according to his sister he was faking a bout of food poisoning to get out of the dinner. Totally lame.
Brett Hotchkins prided herself on always being on time. Not just on time, at least fifteen minutes early. Her father had always taught her that arriving on time actually meant that she was late, and it was a rule that she continued to live by. But every rule had exceptions, and this one was that her single had now become a double and she was sharing a room with some girl who had only gotten in because her father built some hideous new building. That meant instead of catching up with her friends and taking pre orientation dinner shots she was coaching her dad's assistant to properly draft a letter to the dean and the president of student affairs. It was so hard to find good temps these days. Has no one heard of the Oxford comma?
After stamping her dad's signature at the bottom of the page, Stacy - Sarah? Sally? Whatever her name is - had sent it to the appropriate recipients and hopefully the problem would be solved by tomorrow. If the signature of a mayor couldn't scare the school into finding a room for the new girl, Brett honestly didn't know what would. Either way, new girl had to go. They could stuff her into the triple with her other friends for all she cared.
"Wow B, took you long enough. I thought your fish was going to get cold," Tinsley snickered as Brett took the empty chair next to her friend.
There were assigned seats but since freshman year Tinsley had made it a habit to sneak into the dining hall early and switch their golden plaques around so they always ended up sitting next to each other.
"I was trying to sort out an issue with my new roommate," Brett hissed through clenched teeth. Tinsley didn't even bother to look up from her latest issue of Vogue with Rihanna on the cover.
"Isn't that the new girl? The one you took on a tour around campus?" Ava questioned, jutting her chin towards the girl in question. Speak of the devil and she appears.
"And your new roomie," Ibbie teased, flipping her golden blonde locks over her shoulder.
"Not for long," Brett confidently retorted, folding her arms across her chest as she slouched in her seat a little bit.
"So, who exactly is she?" Ava asked as Tinsley flipped another page in her magazine.
"Chanel Summers," Ibbie answered, catching everyone by surprise.
Though much of Ibbie's life could be captured in various issues of trashy tabloids, Ibbie definitely wasn't the gossip queen of the group. If anything, it was Tinsley. Brett was surprised she wasn't typing away on her shiny iphone, attempting to get her blackmail files organized before the start of a new term.
