I pushed past people dancing against each other while chugging from beer cans, wondering why I accepted my classmate’s invitation to come. I could be home, attempting to decipher my professor’s speech notes or watching horror movies on my laptop. I grabbed a can of beer from the kitchen counter and took a swig. Just as I did, a girl shoved past me, spilling my drink all over my shirt. She looked back at me and scoffed, continued walking towards the sea of people. I called out to her over the loud music, following her, attempting to mend my shot ego. I once again became consumed by the crowd of drunk, sweaty college students as I attempted to keep my eyes on her through the crowd. I pushed someone who’s body stood in front of mine. They turned towards me with wild, hungry eyes and an ominous smile. I turned on my heel to flee quickly, but my foot got caught on someone else’s sneaker, sending me crashing to my knees. I hissed in pain and looked up to see the crowd had parted and in front of me stood the girl from before. She carried a giant book of old parchment barely holding together in her frail arms. “Welcome to Kappa Alpha Die. To join; you must sacrifice your life,” she said through a toothy smile. I looked around, watching the crowd of teenagers circle me. If looks could kill, I'd've been long dead before the knife made its way into my chest.
Kappa Alpha Die
November 11, 2017