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We were called in for an emergency meeting today. We were told that anyone who didn't show up would not be considered to be an AKA.

Every time the door opened our eyes snapped to it. We don't know what's going on or who is going to walk through that door. This time, when the door opened Iyanna came in.

I mentally prepared myself to see Iyanna stand in front of us but, she didn't. She took a sit like the rest of us. Now I'm lost.

"Thank you all for coming today, I have some very important announcements to make"

Ms. Beatrix said out of nowhere. We were so busy wondering about why Iyanna isn't on the stage, we didn't even see her walk in. Whatever the announcement is I know it's about Iyanna. She's always doing something dumb.

"As all of you may notice, Iyanna isn't standing up here with me. Well, that's because she has been demoted from her position as freshman advisor"

Everyone started clapping. Some people started praise dancing, running up and down the hall. Lord know this is long overdue.

We've been tortured and humiliated for too long. It was about time she got demoted. As a leader, she was supposed to guide us down the right paths and show us the ropes to becoming an AKA. All she did was traumatize us.

"The executive board and I were talking about potential candidates to take her place. We picked this soro based on her academics, community work, and connections around the campus. I am glad to announce that your new advisor is Serenity Dixon"

I looked around the room, waiting for our new soro advisor to get on stage. As I picked my nails I felt eyes on me. Everyone was just staring at me as if I missed something.

"Serenity she called your name. They picked you"

La-Shawna eagerly said as she shook my shoulders. Oh shit, my name is Serenity Dixon. I quickly hopped out of my seat and went to stand next to Ms. Beatrix.

"I wasn't expecting this"

I said as I pulled out my notebook paper that had my speech on it. I've been waiting to become the leader of whatever club or activities I was in. It just happened to be for AKA.

"As your new AKA freshman advisor, I promise to not make your lives a living hell. I'll make sure to provide you guys with the materials and knowledge needed to become successful AKAs. My first task will be to kick Iyanna out of this sisterhood. Anyone who can torture and belittle their sisters don't deserve to be apart of this family."

Iyanna abruptly stood up. She marched the stage and stood in front of me with anger. I meant every word I said and I don't see myself going back on them.

What fueled my decision was a conversation I heard her having with one of her friends about me. She was going to make me go through hell then, when it came to picking the new sorority sisters she would humiliate me in front of the whole school by denying me.

"You can't just kick me o.."

"Silence"

"You can't ....."

"Silence"

"Bu....."

"Silence"

This is fun as hell. All I have to do is cut off her thoughts and go about my day. Iyanna turned to Ms. Beatrix for help but all she did was put her hands up.

"It's above me now." Ms. Beatrix said.

"I would appreciate it if you leave, this meeting is for AKAs only"

"I will get you for this. First, you stole my shine in class, then you took my man, now you're stealing my leadership positions? You deserve what's coming to you"

She said as she slowly backed away from the stage. She must've forgotten there were stairs attached to the stage. She came tumbling down the stairs like Humpty Dumpty.

Her wig stayed on the last step as she got up in pain. She picked up her broom-like hair and limped to the door. The devil works hard but, God works harder.

As the meeting went on I was all smiles. I've never been more excited about anything in my life. Wait until my mom find out I'm in the same position she and my grandma was in.

After the meeting, I happily drove home. I didn't even mind that I had to stay afterward to talk with Beatrix. I usually like to go straight to sleep after these meetings.

My music was blasting as my wig blew in the wind. I even did the Dougie as I walking up the stairs to my apartment. Nothing can ruin my mood.

Unfortunately, as soon as I said that I had the sudden urge to pee. I started speed walking to the door as I clenched my butt cheeks.

I can't be the only one who thinks that holding their pee feels good.

My bladder hits different when I put the key in the door. It's like it's connected to the WIFI. I couldn't twist the key without my hands giving up.

I was ready to run to the bathroom until I turned on the lights. The boys and La-Shawna screamed 'surprise' as squeezed my legs tougher, hopping from one leg to another.

"What's all this for?"

"La-Shawna told us that you're now in charge of the freshman AKAs. That's a big accomplishment so, we decided to quickly order us some food as a little congratulations to you"

They moved out the way and gestured towards the table. I saw some fried chicken thighs, meatballs, and crustless sandwiches.

They all started to take a seat but, I ran to the bathroom. I've been holding in this pee for too long. After I was done I washed my hands then got out. Everyone started eating without me.

"We tried waiting for you but, you took too long. We thought you were taking a shit"

Dominic said as he took a big bite of his sandwich. He made a weird face as he used his tongue to remove the piece of sandwich that was stuck on the roof of his mouth.

If the sandwich doesn't get stuck to the roof of your mouth is it even a sandwich? Does it even hit the spot? I don't think so.

As I ate I felt a hand on my thigh. I looked down and it was Dominic. Instead of me rejecting him as usual, I left his hand on my thigh.

He looked at me surprised. He didn't expect me to leave his hand. A battle was being fought in his head as he thought about what to do next. He picked up his hand and stared at it weirdly.

"I don't know what to do now. I've never gone this far with you"

I slapped the back of his head, laughing. I picked his hand and put it back on my thigh, enlacing our fingers together. His eyes bulged out of his hand in shock.

"What happened to the mean Serenity that gave me a wedgie every time I got too close to her?"

"She's still here, she's just in a good mood today"

He rubbed my thigh with a smile. For the whole night, his hand stayed there. His hand felt warm and inviting, kind of like a hug.

I had to clench my legs together every time he squeezed my thigh. I had to clench my legs because if I didn't, he would've seen my wet seat when I get up.

As the night went on, his hand started going higher and higher. I know he felt me staring at him but, he chose to ignore it. As I saw his hand going higher and higher I stopped it.

"Unt unt, you're feeling yourself a little too much sir." He laughed and put his hand close to my knee like it was before.

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The weirdest things have been happening to me today. My apartment door had a creepy beware sign written with blood, my car had weird scratches on it, and two of my tires were popped.

I knew it was Iyanna trying to scare me. She must not know I grew up with my sister who is much worse than her. I just took my car to get serviced and went to my class.

I missed about forty minutes of class today. Unfortunately, it was my fashion design class. I speed walk down the hall and busted through the door.

As I got into the class, I saw Iyanna presenting the dress I designed.

I spent two weeks sewing this dress and getting the appropriate materials to make it. I stormed to the front of the class and snatched my dress away. My hard work is not about to be someone else's only good design.

"That's my design, Mrs. Anderson, she stole it from the back room. Then she purposely made me late today by popping my tires so she can present my design without me knowing."

"Does that sound correct Mrs. Anderson? How did I have time to do all of that when I was here bright and early for class. Sounds to me like she has nothing to present so she's stalling"

Mrs. Anderson looked conflicted. She didn't know who to believe since she had no way to tell. Would she trust her niece or her top student?

"Ok, I have a way to settle this. We'll appear in fashion and design court."

Fashion and design court is where problems regarding clothes, accessories, shoes, and merchandise are settled. If you're found guilty then you'll be placed on academic arrest.

"Before we go through with this, it's not too late for you to come out and say it's my design"

Iyanna said, putting on a show. If anyone believes this amazing stitch work was done by her then they're on drugs. She never designed something this good in her life.

Mrs. Anderson stood off to the side in excitement. She must really want to be the judge for this case.

"See you in court"

"Great, we'll meet here tomorrow at 7"

After class, I quickly went home. I have to go find my 'I'm going to beat this bitch ass' outfit for tomorrow. Rather they prove me right or wrong, I'm still beating her miserable ass.