confessions of a frat girl
confessions SERIES #3
Confession One: Musical theatre and chess were my true loves.
I was a mixture of nerd and drama queen.
I liked to think of myself as raspberry ripple ice cream.
The perfect combination of sauce to creamy goodness.
Confession Two: I was an adaptable kind of girl.
Until it came to my dreams.
Four years of hard work and I finally got into the college I’d fantasized about since I was a little girl.
But sometimes things didn’t work out how you wanted them to.
One incident—and a Viking helmet—was all it took to have my aspirations snatched away at the end of my first year.
And now I was here.
In a state I hated.
A second college I didn’t want to go to.
But no other choices available.
Confession Three: Alcohol was the enemy.
All I wanted was to blow off some steam before I met my new fate.
To let loose, and have a little fun.
I was never meant to wake up in a hot guys bed and not remember how I got there.
Confession Four: He was my new roommate.
Running out of his house the morning after the night before was the last time I was meant to see him.
I could forget it ever happened and start my sophomore year unscathed.
Until I found out he was my new roommate...along with another thirty guys.
I was the new Frat Girl in town, and life was about to get a whole lot of messy.