A cup of black coffee in one hand and a bagel in another, Vashanti was ready for anything that day. Or at least that's what she thought. Unfortunately for her, today was her university's trip to the Sierra Nevadas, and while everyone else seemed to enjoy the idea of skiing and spending time in the wilderness, Vashanti wished to be back home. Why would anyone spend time in the cold? Wouldn't they want to be at home next to a cozy fireplace with their families? No of course not. The only reason Vashanti went in the first place was because of her boyfriend, newly turned ex. She deduced that the man only thought with his penis, not with his head. Now he was lodging with his new fuck buddy, leaving Vashanti stranded in a log cabin full of girls she didn't know. This day was suppose to be somewhat nice, even if Vashanti hated the cold, and the snow, and the skiing and the outdoors... Fuck she hated everything about this trip. Currently, everyone was off hiking before the snow came down. About three quarters of her class came along and all of them were divided up into groups. Vashanti's group consisted of her ex of course, some of the girls she would bunker down with later this evening, and several other strangers. Everyone had a pack that carried all of their food, a small fire starter kit, and other necessities. Shortly after being assigned groups, everyone was shooed off with a map in hand.