[ WP ] After that she moved to the desert and only drank juice..

It was wet. Everything around her was wet; it was n't just water it was denser, heavier. She was stuck in a giant sugar-free jello all because she wanted to flee her sorority. This was hour fifteen and her diabetes was starting to make her nauseus. They'd thrown all kinds of things at her- insulted every action she has ever taken. It would all be worth it though- Alpha Gamma Row girls always got their man and their job. Six of the last seven presidents went on to lead a hospital department, make millions and marry a man either running a city or a hedge fund. She would own a portion of the world, if she could just last a little longer. 
 
 Massie, the president this year, came tumbling down the stairs, `` what's up Sugar, how ya doing? Oh, sorry I probably should n't mention that word to a diabetic.'' 
 
 `` I'm good. Four more hours and I'll be good.'' 
 
 `` We've decided to extend that a bit actually... and you need to recite a sonnet every hour- see the tv over there? It'll be flashing through a few for you to choose from.'' 
 
 She managed it. Somehow she fought through the next six hours without passing out and memorizing the sonnets. She would never enjoy Shakespeare or Jello again but she was a queen in training now. Until the pinning. 
 
 She still had n't slept. Jello was unsurprisingly difficult to sleep in. Memorizing the sonnets had taken the last of her soul and when they pinned her, the pick pierced her skin, causing a droplet of blood to soak her dress and take the last bit of sugar with it. Her head smashed into Massie. 
 
 The hospital room was bright white. Doctors were inspecting every inch of her and an iv was placed in her right arm. `` uh...'' she moaned. 
 
 `` Ma'am, you... you're body is completely out of sugar. A normal person would have passed out hours ago but a diabetic... they should have died. You ca n't ever dip below 50 on your blood sugar again. Ever. You need to hide away in the desert and simply drink apple juice and eat snickers bar until you recover.'' 
 
 She frowned. This was n't going as planned,'' the sorority is being sued- the entire sorority. The judge is probably going to rule in your favor,'' a nice pants suit wearing lady said to her. `` You'll be a multi-millionaire if that's any consolation.'' 
 
 Smirking, she realized she'd won faster than any other president, she was too good for their sonnets and jello anyway. 
 
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