The teen crisis

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Our paths had met in the Curino College in Ooty. I got acquainted with Anny in the  carriage. But the collision of Joe in our pact of three was indeed memorable. Well as I and Anny didn't know anyone in the college nor were we accustomed to the city, we decided to stay in the same hostel.

It took us a couple of hours to settle down, and hardly had we taken breaths of peace when we heard a knock at our door, and guess what, we were about to meet our life's biggest surprise and the best or you can call the worst part of it was we didn't even have a single hint about it.

As Anny opened the door standing in front was the hostel mistress and beside her was a fair skinned girl and it seemed she never cared for herself or her complexion or if we give light to another direction then maybe she had a high inertia of rest or in absolute words defining her she was lazy.

It made us feel like this as she didn't leave any other option for us by presenting herself in the most snobbish manner which even the last man on earth would not even dare to do;

"Ladies!!" (I hated whenever she called us ladies though it was just the seventh time but it could easily be seen even by a one eyed monster that we were 'GIRLS'!)  "This is Joe Fitzwilliam. She has come here to stay in this hostel like all other collegers. But as you girls know (Ah! Thank god she got the sense to use the word girls) that the last fortunate people to receive the key of a room in this hostel were you two."
"So if you two don't mind then can you two allow her in this room as its the biggest room in this hostel. I assure you'll that you'll would only be asked to pay the one third of it".

The offer was quite attractive (I swear monet does always attract me) but we were forced to ponder upon it again and again due to the condition proposed by the new arrival. However at last we agreed to allow the storm enter our room.

At that time we just knew that she was a wild storm but never thought that over a period of time she would take the face of a cyclone!

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