Kappa Theta Mu

Chapter 1 - Prologue

Getting dressed in her simple dorm room, having planned out some time where her two other roommates would be out for their classes, Beatrice was making sure she was dressed to the absolute nines.

Today was the final day of rush week and she was going to make sure she set herself up for the rest of her life.

Living in Georgia, having grown up in a wealthy household with a long history of power and fortune, she’d been raised with rather strict sentimentality towards how she should grow up and blossom into not only a successful adult but a successful woman as well.

She wasn’t a pageant girl in any sense of the world (her personal tastes in fashion were more slick and chic compared to the gaudy traditional curls and petticoats of debutants) but she’d maintained a healthy lifestyle and attitude in every sense of the word.

Although she’d grown up rather short and stout, her time in highschool helped her shoot for the stars.

She stood at a daunting 5 foot 10 with barely a single pound of fat to her body. She weighed 110 pounds without even trying, her stomach nearly concave with a waist so small and petite that she could wrap her own long and slender hands around it just tightly enough for her fingertips to touch.

Beatrice was beautiful in every sense of the word: her legs were a majority of her body, going on for forever, she had a size 6 foot that was always perfectly manicured, her brown hair was given highlights and always brushed 100 times every night before she braided it low enough to reach her hips, she sports perky and petite B cups breasts that were perfectly symmetrical and bounced with every step, her neck was slender and elegant, her face was perfectly chiseled with dainty lips and bright eyes, her back was spotless and she always showed it off with halter tops.

And, of course, when blessed with something one could only call a body carved by God themselves, she would flaunt it.

Her mother was a notable celebrity stylist and her father was a trainer for the most elite people, often training those who needed to get fit quick for films and television shows. Their money was vast but so were their connections so Beatrice from a young age had learned to not only dress in luxury but also dress in the most trendy clothes conceivable for a 19 year old to possess.

Her jeans were lowrise, always stopping at her hip bones.

Her tops were cropped, tight against her nearly flat chest while suctioned to show off her sculpted waist.

Her hair was voluminous, her lips glossy, her makeup beat, her nails always manicured.

She was high-end and she knew it damn well.

Of course, that’s why she was doing everything she could to finish rush week with her goal: get accepted into Sigma Kappa Nu Nu Gamma.

They were, for sororities across the nation, the highest ranked. Getting into their sorority, one that only allowed 100 girls a year and only allowed a graduation rate of 20 a year, assured not only success but a future anyone could envy.

Their most famous stories included models, directors, CEOs, artists, start-up creators, and so many more. The sorority assured setting up every girl with connections, friends, and a personal staff of anything one could need to make sure that they graduated at the top of their class.

Not to mention that all the girls there were considered absolute beauties. They were tall, thin, elegant, and mean girls.

It was enviable to Beatrice. She’d always had a mean streak but knew she could maintain it with her prestige. In every sense of their word she was just like those girls: smart, beautiful, and intelligent.

She’d graduated her highschool with the highest GPA, was in her university on full-ride scholarships, and was majoring in business to start her own negotiation and aim high for the stars with not only her family’s support but the sorority’s as well. Whatever she wanted, she’d make sure she got it.

So, she dressed just enough to stand out.

Flat ironing her hair, slipping on her tightest jeans, putting on her tallest heels, and making sure she wore a cute Rush-Week t-shirt, Beatrice sent out one final text message to her group chat of long-term best friends and ran out of her dorm and towards her future.

As she stood in the dorm elevator, she checked her reflection one more time and pulled out a tube of lip gloss out of her purse that cost more than a semester’s tuition to touch up her lips with a pout.

This was going to be perfect.

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Looking around, twirling a lock of hair in her finger, she listened only barely to the girl on stage announcing all the regular things that would be announced on the final day. Whatever, she didn’t really care.

Honestly, Beatrice wasn’t quite sure why this girl out of all options was the one to have been picked for their key-note speaker role. She was fat, dull-skinned, wore glasses, and although she was dressed very well for the occasion, could clearly be pushed to the side for all the other skinny girls near her. She seemed happy, beautiful even, but it irritated something in the back of Beatrice’s head to see all of this happen right in front of her as she sat at her chair.

All her life, she’d been taught to absolutely despise not just obese girls, but even overweight ones.

Her favorite thing to do, of course, especially with her best friends, was to scour the mall for pudgy victims to taunt in dressing rooms.

She’d spot one, tell the group, and they’d track her down. Of course, with her popular reputation, these girls would always cower and be as polite as they could.

Beatrice and her friends, all equally as rich and snobby and thin as she was, would prod and poke and squeeze whatever cow they could laugh at for the day. They’d keep their little victim at their side all day, forcing her to snack from the mall to stuff her until she popped just to force her into a dress or pair of jeans a size or two too small.

They’d all support her, faking their niceties to push her into whatever dressing room they found before cornering her as her blubber forced its way through the sides of her clothes and then they would switch.

It was addicting to Beatrice. She’d in particular loved to do it over the summer that had just passed.

Sure, the morbidly obese girls could be fun to laugh at, but it was the 200 pound porkers that really brought a light to her eyes.

She loved to spot one at a distance: a shy, nervous girl who thought she could hide the lard piling up on her body if she just sucked in her stomach enough. It was perfect every time. They were always so desperate for approval and stuck it out as much as they could every time. Even if it meant getting shoved into a dressing room just so Beatrice and her friends could shove an entire dozen cookies down her gullet.

Sighing to herself, Beatrice crossed her legs and looked around the space in boredom. The greenery they sat on had an entire variation of girls of all shapes and sizes. Quite frankly, she found it particularly boring that no one really caught her eye. But, that made sense. Sororities were for the prettiest girls, of course.

As the speech continued, she lulled in and out of focus, occasionally shutting her eyes or looking at her phone before finally the fun stuff started up!

A different girl, this time one that appeared to be more of a traditional sorority type, greeted the crowd with a smile on her face.

“Thank you everyone for listening to Prudence and her wonderful speech!” She gave a moment of applause before speaking again. “Now, I, Chloe Boudouire, president of the Sigma Kappas, would like for all of you to look underneath your chairs! Each chair has your acceptance letter into the sorority that has chosen you!”

It all happened in a flash.

All the girls surrounding Beatrice rushed to reach underneath their seats.

Some girls screamed in delight while others sobbed at their misfortunes.

But it didn’t matter to her because when she slipped open her soft-pink envelope and pulled out her letter of acceptance into her dream sorority, she screamed so loud that she nearly fainted.