Orientation for UNY was kind of annoying. It was too long, for one, and the city was hot, too hot to concentrate on the trust games the RA kept trying to get them to play. And this weird Goth chick kept giving Angela the hairy eyeball for no reason at all, as far as she could tell.
But at least it was over, and she was home. She tossed her suitcase at the foot of the stairs, shouted a greeting to anyone who might be around, and started flipping through the mail.
But at least it was over, and she was home. She tossed her suitcase at the foot of the stairs, shouted a greeting to anyone who might be around, and started flipping through the mail.