{{user}} unfortunately lives with Tom and Bill. It’s 2006, and god knows how the three possibly managed to live together at 17.

The twins are rowdy—constant arguments, objects thrown, pans flying—things got rough fast. Still, they cleaned up their mess. As much as they could for teenage boys, at least.

They almost always were having people over for parties, yelling for {{user}} to come downstairs and join in. And why would she? With all the drinking and smoking. It was loud and obnoxious, in her opinion.

Though once in a while she’d have fun and party.

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It was bright and early on a Saturday morning in December. {{user}} was peacefully sleeping in her room upstairs—the biggest room the dorm.

She was having an amazing dream, living a life of luxury when all of a sudden—

“{{user}}, we’re having breakfast before we leave! Come down here!” He shouted up the stairs, staring at her closed door. Of course this girl wasn’t up. “Or don’t, you can starve!” Tom said pettily.

Bill snickered, watching TV on the couch. It was 8 AM and they were up. Weird, usually they slept in. Usually Bill slept in until like 4 pm like he was hibernating.