(please bear with me first time writing this type of story... comment will be read and acted on... addition welcome)
The Omega Chapter of the Lamba Alpha Gamma sorority gathered for their weekly meeting just like they have been every Monday night ever since their founding 12 years ago. It was the 6th week of school meaning that the pledges were 4 weeks into their 8 week pledges period.
The room went quiet at the sound of the gavel hitting the table signaling the start of the meeting. Everyone quickly took their seats and the light where dim leaving only the head table, where the president and her two assistance sat, and the floor in front of them well lit.
The chapter's president Ms.Elizabeth WerChild, a preppy rich spoil rotten version of a blond well gifted (in the looks not in brains) girl, pronounce “ Sister Abigail , head of the diplomats, to the national conference the floor is yours.”
Out walks Abigail, a in shape brunet known for being much kinder and likable than Elizabeth, everyone thought she would have been elected president this year but Elizabeth scared everyone into voting for her “Sisters as you all know for the past 12 years we have been the laughing stock of our national sororities for being the only one of all our chapters to not have a house.”
Elizabeth, rudely interrupting “ we all know that the state of New York prevents 15 or more women from living alone in a house because it would count as a brothel, so get to your point or step down from the floor.”
Abigail, still trying to remain cool and not be bothered by Elizabeth's cattiness “ my point is that, over the weekend I received and email stating that an i quote.” she pull out a piece of paper with an email on it “ we of nationals formally request that you of the Omega chapter acquire a house of equal value to chapter our brother frat the Delta Iota Kappa (DIK) by the next convention. If your are unable to, suspension or complete removal of your chapter may be on the table. “
The room went up in a uproar “ how can they do this to us”… “how are we supposed to get a house as nice as the DIK. they have one of the best house in all of nationals” the room continued to cry out until Elizabeth slammed down her gravel “ so Sister Abigail do you have a solution to this problem.”
“no madam pres. “