Melanie was just about to head to the gym when two things happened. The first was a text from her dad saying he and her brother were going back to their hotel, and that he would see her 6:00pm sharp so they could go to dinner. The second was far more unexpected and rather weird.<br/><br/>Melanie wasn’t exactly new to college life and taking classes but being on a campus like this one was. Her parents were certainly not rich but had never struggled financially either. That was partly due to her mother’s savvy budgeting and careful spending over the years, combined with her father’s frugal nature meant she grew up never needing anything everything was always a want for her. When she had graduated high school she wasn’t exactly sure what to do with herself but knew going to school was the move, so instead of wasting time and money her parents insisted she go to community college and get her associates then if she wanted move on to a bachelors degree and would you know it. While completing her associates she discovered what she wanted to do and now she was in Miami to do just that. And making friends going to parties and general fun wasn’t high on the list of priorities.<br/><br/>When two people came up to her asking about her flier she was excited to listen, but that quickly turned into confusion and annoyance even. It was move in weekend there had to be plenty of parties going on, not to mention the meet and greet the Dean had just spoke about.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“Maybe you misinterpreted the flier.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> She said and pulled one from the top of the pile she had been hugging to her chest.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)"> “I’m trying to find roommates. Not a throw a party and I’m not trying to gain <i>that </i>kind of reputation.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Melanie glanced between them. She raised a brow at the mention of posting the flier on the schools facebook page. She hadn’t even thought of Social media, <i>Idiot that would’ve been much easier than fliers. </i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“If all you’re looking to do is have fun there’s plenty of parties going on this weekend, maybe on Greek street even?” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She suggested mentioning the area that had all the fraternity and  sorority  houses</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)"> “But thanks for the facebook thing I’ll definitely post it on there.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She said with a smile</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)"> “Oh and I’m Melanie...Melanie Drowsten. You said your names were Athena and Eren?” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She asked trying to memorize that. She was terrible with names.<br/>
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