Hell Week
Chapter One
Bright teeth flashed; I fought the instinct to recoil. Perfectly white, perfectly even, possibly once human. Coral pink lips pulled back all the way to the gums, giving the smile an unfortunate equine quality. “Soooo . . . ?” The owner of the teeth and lips drew out the word and flipped it up at the end in a question. “What’s your major?”
“English.” An untruth. I don’t tell them, as a rule, but I’d been asked this question five times in the last hour, and the lie rolled off my tongue now with ease.
“Gosh, you must have to read a lot, huh?” Another blinding smile; I hoped my squint passed for an answer. “So, Maggie. What made you decide to go through Rush?”
She pronounced it with a capital R. Five rounds of the cattle call officially known as Sorority Formal Recruitment had run together in my banality-numbed brain, and I couldn’t remember where I was. I glanced around the crowded room for a clue. The noise was formidable, the chatter of a hundred or more coiffed and groomed girls like purebred dogs at a show, their yelping echoin ... read full excerpt from Hell Week ebook
