They Told Me to Apologize

Summary

When I finally got my laptop back from my roommate, Jenna, the C-drive was a solid block of red.

The desktop was littered with icons for three massive online games and at least a dozen different media players I’d never seen before.

I spent an entire afternoon purging the junk, reinstalling the OS, and then I changed the login password.

That evening, Jenna came back and found she was locked out.

She stormed over to my desk, her face flushed with anger. “Leah, what the hell is this? My thesis is on there! Are you trying to screw me over?”