Theft on Old Fraternity Row

Greek sororities and fraternities at my particular university love to take place in a never ending battle of Steal the Composite.

Groups of particular chapters will drunkenly find ways to passively break into each others houses, steal the most recent composite, and hide it for ransom back at their own house.

Being an enthusiastic member of my own sorority, for the longest time freshmen year I always wanted to participate in one of these raids.  I didn't care what fraternity it was, the thrill of stealing a composite sounded like more of an adrenaline rush than kayaking down a class 4 rapid.

One night my friends and I had just finished pregaming in the dorms and we were on our way out for the night when we found ourselves approaching Old Fraternity Row.  My friend noticed an acquaintance of hers on the balcony of the first house on the row.  We stopped to talk when I noticed inside hanging above the large fireplace in the living room, a flag with their crest on it.  Their flag was about as precious to them as their composites, if not more.  I even had heard a rumor once that it was part of their ritual.

Then I had a brilliant idea.

"I'm thiirrrrsty," I whined to the boy my friend was talking to.  "May I please have a glass of water?"

"Sure," the guy said, and led me into the house.  He told me to wait in the living room.

Perfect.

As soon as he entered the kitchen and the door swung shut behind him, I ran to the fireplace, grabbed the flag and yanked it down.  Before it was fully fluttered down from its nearly ceiling high hooks, I made a mad dash for the door.  I emerged onto the balcony where my friends were still waiting, flag in hand.  I held it high above my head.

"I STOLE THE FLAG!" I declared.  "WHERE DO I PUT IT?!"

My friends stared at me in disbelief.  They could barely formulate words when I decided to put it in my big sis's room at the sorority house.  Without much second thought, I turned toward the main road and began running for sorority row.

Funny thing was, we were on our way to a "rep your prep" party, so I was dressed my best in a pleaded skirt, polo shirt with popped collar and a pearl necklace.  I had been wearing heals, but in the midsts of pregaming changed into flip flops.

I probably looked ridiculous running down the road with the flag tucked away in my arms, waddling from the lack of supportive shoes and my drunkenness.  But it was all ok.  I had the flag.

A couple days later, the fraternity's president called my sorority's president asking for the flag back, and every boy in that fraternity whom I was friends with called me asking for it back.

They all knew I stole it.