Rhyssa hauled her bag and a guitar case in, followed by her father with two more, "Oh, my god."  Her mouth hung open, "This...you want me to spend an entire school year living in this?  At least tell me they have a day spa on campus?"<br/><br/>Her poor father shrugged and set her bags on the floor, "Things haven't changed much since your mother attended here, Rhyssa."<br/><br/>She turned on him, "Daddy!  Couldn't you at least get me a private room?  Seriously!"<br/><br/>Her father sighed, "Seriously Rhyssa.  You need to get out more, try to make some friends.  This elitist, antisocial behavior of yours is going to ruin your life and it needs to change.  That's why I wouldn't let you get your degree online."<br/><br/>She argued with him a while longer, and he finally gave her a hug, "Try to be a good girl, okay?  I have to get going. Your mother is back home, handling the first day of the convention that we're hosting without me."<br/><br/>An hour later, she was unpacked and flopped on her bed, sulking, her legs crossed at the ankles, burying her nose in a book.  Steven Brust's<em>To Reign in Hell </em>was always a good read.<br/><br/>(http://i764.photobucket.com/albums/xx285/moiraemon/Rhyssa.jpg)