I sighed a little as I trudged up the walkway to the Mu Iota apartment building, rubbing my eyes sleepily. The nap had helped a bit, but I still felt like crap, tugging self consciously at the hooded sweater I was wearing. I had gotten it back in high school, when I decided that this was the university I wanted to go to, and although it was more then a bit worn, a few small holes here and there, I had never gotten around to replacing it. Combined with the well worn jeans I was wearing, I knew that I would be very, very out of place here, but honestly, I couldn't bring myself to care that much. Tucked in the pocket of my sweater was a small, cheap digital camera. I doubted I'd need it, but Mu Iota was big enough, you never knew if something newsworthy might occur.<br/><br/>Knocking on the door, I nodded to Dahlia as I stepped in, looking a bit surprised as she mentioned the president. Up until now, I hadn't thought they were actually seriously considering me, and I had half expected to be laughed at for taking them seriously. Shrugging and following her up the stairs, my eyes widened a little as she mentioned the free housing, although I did my best not to show it. In an instant, this had gone from something to get me out of the dorm to something that seemed like a very tempting idea. After all, saving that much money... That would make things here a lot easier...<br/><br/>I took a deep breath as the president's door opened, doing my best to make a good impression, holding a hand out to her "It's... nice to meet you as well, thank you for inviting me here..." She nods at the question, answering quickly, almost a bit too eager "Well, my parents came to America with me when I was just a little kid... we're um, from Korea... I grew up in the city here, always dreamed about going to this university... and I got a journalism scholar ship so... here I am!" I bit her lip, already silently critiquing my answer in my head, staring at the sorority president a little. God, I thought, look at her... She's gorgeous... and probably richer then Frannie.<br/><br/>I felt a bit ashamed at that thought, feeling bad for being here while she was still missing... But, I tried to rationalize, I needed a brake, I was no use to her like I had been when her cousin stopped by... And besides, if I didn't need to pay for housing, I could quit my job, and have a lot more time to search for her.