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I don't wanna be the only one 'round here/ Everything I'm saying is fallin' on deaf ears,

~ Rabbit Hole, The Temper Trap

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Wonderful. The girl who ruined her life was here.

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Zoe Nightshade keeps her eyes on the clipboard in front of her, walking the front stone steps of the sorority like she's done it a million times before. Probably has.

"Welcome, new sister, to Oi Kynigoi tis Artemidos, or better known as the Hunters of Artemis. Come with me inside, and I will show you your-" Zoe says flatly, and interrupts herself as she finally looks up from the clipboard.

"Oh. You. You were accepted here? I guess our standards have lowered." The huntress mutters, and glares at Thalia with a disgusted expression.

"As you know everything, you can show yourself around the campus. Your room number is 221B. I'm leaving now, find Phoebe if you need help. I don't want to see you more than I have to." With that, Zoe quickly walks away, mumbling words in Greek, dark hair flying behind her.

"Well, thanks for your guidance and enthusiasm, Miss Crapshade!" Thalia yells after her, and begins to lug her pounds of luggage through the two massive Jacobean double doors.

Nice service they have here.

The lobby was huge, but exceedingly simple. Plain wooden chairs sat in random spots across the room, but there was no chandeliers or tables or even a clerk's desk.

There were dozens of tunnels branching out from the edges of the walls, and Thalia got vertigo just looking at them. How the Hades is she going to know which to enter through?

The rebel stands ram-rod straight for a few seconds, squinting her eyes shut, regaining her balance. Taking a deep breath, she goes toward the tunnels to examine them closer.

In the corners of each doorway, there was a letter. Well, that was less complicated then Thalia expected.

She found B, and swung open the heavy door. There was a series of stairways leading up to an understated metal door. Jeez, they couldn't have updated this place since the medieval times, or at least installed some elevators?

Thalia sprints up the stairs, ignoring the stabbing pain in her side. She practically collapses at the door. What kind of person puts ten stories to get to a freaking dorm room?

She softly smiles to herself, and then she sees the hallway.

It's a labyrinth of cookie-cutter doors, and Thalia's shoulders sag. She begins to jog through the hall, moving her head only to glance at the room numbers, wrists and shoulders burning from a billion pounds of luggage.

After a few minutes of whiplash inducing head turns, room 221B is in sight. Patting her pockets for the old bronze key to the dorm, she earns a few pieces of lint and a slice of old chewing gum. Great.

She sifts through her piles of luggage, digging through each pocket and opening. Nope. Nothing. And she will NOT willingly confront Zoe for another spare key.

She checks her pockets again, and returns to her old Goodwill duffel bag, her bracelet scratching her wrist as she digs through layers of stuff. Thalia realizes she really needs to clean out her bag. There's things from eighth grade in there.

After ten minutes of digging, Thalia yanks a bronze key out of her make-up pouch victoriously. Time to see a nice, medieval dorm.

The door swings open to reveal… An old nineties kitchen, two cots, and a run-down bathroom.

Well, that's just fantastic.

She trudges to the small bedroom, throwing down her luggage, and dumps herself unto the small twin bed. This was going to be a long four years, man.

Five minutes later, Thalia peels herself off the bed and begins to unpack her luggage.

In Thalia's language, that means that she rolls her clothes into balls and shoves them into the small dresser and she divides her make-up into uses and makers.

The rebel sits on the small bed once again, staring at her bare feet and wondering what her friends are doing.

God, she needs to find a friend and soon. She's not used to wallowing in misery alone.

She stretches her arms and decides she needs a cheeseburger. Cheeseburgers always make her feel better.

Thalia trudges down the steep steps once again, in the mood to search for the food court. Twenty minutes of extreme searching leads her to a large room filled with estrogen powered chatter. After ordering an old-fashioned cheeseburger, she stands amidst the chaos and searches for a seat.

A girl with short, wavy, dirty blonde hair and brown eyes is sitting alone at a table facing the windows, reading some sort of harlequin romance novel. Ew. But Romance Girl is better than no girl at all, right?

Plopping in the seat across from her, Romance Girl doesn't look up. Thalia mentally grimaces, but reminds herself she needs at least one friend. "Hi. I'm Thalia."

"Emilia." The blonde nods and returns to her book. Kindness factor, hello?

Thalia eats the rest of her cheeseburger in silence, the meat tasting surprisingly bitter.

Homesickness? No, more like heartsickness.

Thalia walks back up the stairs. This was going to be a long few years, with Zoe ticking her off all the time.

Plus, Zoe reminds her of Luke. Thalia does not want to be reminded of Luke.

To be honest, she would do anything to not be reminded of Luke.

Exhausted, the rebel swings open 221B and trudges to her small room. Hopefully there will be no roommate.

Instead of a teenage girl waiting for her, she sees a dark figure sifting through her things.

"What the h-"

And then Thalia goes black.

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