Good Girls, Bad Girls

My first roommate experience was my worst. I was 18, and agreed to move in with three girls who I hardly knew. The first day we moved in, one of the mother’s of the girls bolted in the door yelling at her daughter. “You are not taking my car, I am not paying your rent, and I won’t be surprised if you find yourself pregnant in the next six months!” she screamed. This should have been a sign.

The first two weeks were a blast, but after that things started to change. My roommate who I shared my room was great, but the other roommates were another story. Every day there were different guys upstairs partying in their room. I hardly saw my roommates, but heard them in their room on a daily basis with one or more guys. Or they were always clubbing or going to Soul Train sessions on the weekend. Things of mine were always going missing like clothes, bedding, food and accessories.

One weekend my roommates went out of town to Vegas for a couple of days. I woke up that Sunday morning to find my contact lenses and my watch missing from the bathroom. As I walked downstairs I noticed lots of dirt in the house and a broken window. I realized someone had broken in the house, so i called the police immediately.

I woke up my other roommate whom I shared my room with and when I told her the news she stated she saw one of the other girls boyfriend in the house and heard them making love in their room. We realized that he knew they were out of town and wanted to get back at our other roommate by bringing another girl into their room and sleeping in their bed. YUCK!

Before the police got there, we walked in their room for the first time because they had always kept it locked. The site was disgusting: two mattresses on the floor covered in our bedding which used to be a cream color and now was a grey color. My electric blanket was siting there too, at first I thought there was blood all over it, but I believe it was a bunch of ketchup. Clothes and trash scattered the floor, and I recognized clothing of mine siting next to a half eaten McDonald’s hamburger. And on the wall was the word “Slut” written in ball point pen on the wall.

When my roommates got back we told them the story and their reply was simply, “Damn that guy is such an idiot” and they started laughing. They never apologized, never once said hey we’ll replace your stuff, nothing. They didn’t even want to press charges. The next couple weeks went by and my good roommate and I confronted the landlord top see about breaking our lease and moving out early. She agreed, so when we told our roommates we were moving out a big fight broke out and one of the bad roommates stated she was pregnant. This was the same roommate whose mother stated she would be.