1st Story...

It all started when we had to move into Ilam apartments, flat 99.

Seeing as Leah was the first to move in, she had claimed everything to be hers. I was the second, Libby the third, next was Stacey and then the ex-resident of flat 99... We all remember meeting each other for the first time and have our own perspective of how they played out. We were getting along quite well before she moved in. Hearing stories about the ex lead us to beleive that she was a complete bitch. When she finally moved in, we could tell straight away that things were going to be interesting. Her nose in the air as she walked past the living room, trying to act 'superior'. She didn't even have the courtesy to introduce herself, her father did. You would think that if you were going to live with people you haven't met before, you'd at least try to give a fuck.

Skip foward a couple months and we find that she doesn't clean up after herself, her room smelled rank, she was an emotional wreck and a little freaky at times. No one could talk to her without feeling awkward and it was really hard to hold a conversation; Instead of talking to us, she would talk at us. The flat wrote a letter to tell her to clean her shit up, her retaliation?
Taking everything that belonged to her, back into her room. She even started cooking in it, (own little oven). She was deemed the flat problem. All conversations lead to how annoying she was and what little liking we had for her.

Skip foward another couple months and we find one night that she had moved out! Man that was sneaky, it took us the whole day to realise that she wasn't coming back. GAWD we were happy. A week later we get a knock on the door from the office saying that what we did to her was offensive and we're lucky the police weren't getting involved. Apparantly the letter we wrote to her was threatening and dangerous and that someone would be ringing us to get our side of the story. They said the ex had nothing to do with this visit and that if we hassled her about it, we could all get evicted. We hadn't talked to her since she moved out, and we certainly didn't care at all until then!!

All keen to get this meeting over and done with, we decided to ring the office and say we could have the meeting the next day. Apparently we couldn't do that, we had to wait for this person to call us. WTH? And they said we were threatening?? All we said was, "you don't live with your parents anymore, clean up after yourself other wise we'll stick the dishes in your bed". To top it off, we never had that meeting. The person who was supposed to get our side of the story, only rung us once. I was the only person to answer, he didn't seem to care at all about the situation.

There were a couple of good things that came from living with her.

1. We all gained 2 new friends, who now hates the ex-flatmate with a passion. (Macy and Mohammed, yeah boi!)
2. Getting a new flatmate! (Shona the american, she's good as bro.)
3. FREE ALCOHOL (another story)