But Chloe didn’t stop. While the others shrieked and slipped in the goo, she sprinted the long way around the lake, up the fire escape of the Theta house, and into the attic. There, hanging from a chandelier like a taunt, was the purple owl flag.
“They’re moving the flag to the boathouse,” hissed a voice. It was Sarah, a sophomore who’d gone undercover as a “study buddy.” “Repeat: boathouse.” Sorority Wars
“Flag captured by Psi Delta rookie,” one announced. “Game over.” But Chloe didn’t stop
“You’re lost, yellowbird,” the Theta said. Her name tag read Lena. President. “They’re moving the flag to the boathouse,” hissed
She arrived just as Margot kicked open the door. Inside, there was no purple flag. Only a dozen Theta Tau seniors, armed with supersoakers filled with neon green slime. The Psi Deltas walked right into an ambush.
Chloe looked out the tiny attic window. The ground was a three-story drop. Below, the war raged on—sisters screaming, slime flying, dignity evaporating.