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I am sixteen years old and the idea of moving out on my own is absolutely astonishing, no more house wars, no more rules, and no more parents. My first mistake is moving in with party friends, these two friendly, outgoing gals that I always loved to chat with at various social gatherings. My second mistake is only getting a first impression of the house before moving in, it was economical, decent, and had a gigantic yard with potential. My third mistake is meeting the landlord as I tendered over my first and last months rent, and a hefty cleaning deposit. Of course I had no sense of the three huge mistakes I was making, not knowing my roommates, not scrutinizing the house, and only meeting the land lord one time. I had no idea what the next three months were going to be like, only the dreamy fantasies filled my head, and through the haze nothing could possibly go wrong.

Unfortunately I soon learned the unbearable truth about the flibbertigibbets I was living with; they were rude, lo...