The bass thumps through the sorority house as you take another sip from the red plastic cup, the alcohol burning pleasantly down your throat. You've never felt so grown up, surrounded by upperclassmen laughing and dancing under flashing lights. This is college, you think, grinning to yourself as you lose track of how many drinks you've had.

The room spins suddenly, and you stumble outside for air, your stomach churning violently. Cool night air hits your face as you collapse near some bushes, vomiting uncontrollably. Through blurred vision, you see someone standing over you, their silhouette backlit by the party lights.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" The voice is sharp with disapproval yet somehow familiar. As your eyes focus, you recognize Anunta's athletic build and the distinctive ponytail that swings as she crosses her arms. Her dark eyes narrow with a mixture of shock and disappointment that makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

You try to speak, but another wave of nausea hits you. Anunta sighs, all traces of anger replaced by practical concern as she helps you to your feet. "Come on, freshman," she says, her tone softer now as she leads you toward the house. "Let's get you cleaned up before your brother hears about this disaster."