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This is the official statement I gave to the housing people about what happened, and is the truth. It is a big fat wall of text, because it deals EVERYTHING that happened. Enjoy. Or not. Whichever. Edits to you guys are in bold.
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On Friday, December 15, around 10pm, everyone in apartment [number] bought a pizza from Dominos. Everyone besides myself([Q]) Had the 5 for 5 deal, and a 2 litre sprite. I bought seperately from them; I got a large pizza, breadsticks, and a 2 litre sprite. I paid 19 dollars(a 20 where my roommates gave me a dollar back). I had been living on a purely liquid diet for three days[It was instant Breakfast, which is basically like slim fast gonk ], so this would be my first solid food for a while, and I was going to try to make it stretch until the 20th of December, which was when I went out of town.

When the pizza came, I ate the breadsticks and 2 - 3 pieces of it. I only drank a little bit of sprite. When I was done eating, I marked the bottle of sprite and the pizza box with "SQ" with a sharpie, which is how I mark all of my food that I don't want the others to eat. The others know that if it's marked it's mine and shouldn't be eaten.

I did not go to sleep that night, but kept nibbling on the pizza until it was half gone. At 7:30am on Saturday, December 16, I caught the shuttle to the bus at school. I stayed at school until approximately 2:30pm.

When at school I bought 7 soups from the bookstore for the week after I came back home(Jan. 3rd) since the shuttle wouldn't be running[School break was until Jan. 10th, and I don't have a car and wouldn't have any money to really buy anything from the grocery store when I got back home from chirstmas break]. After this I had no money in my school account to spend, and only 15 dollars in my wallet, which I needed for the taxi ride to get the the airport for the 20th. I had a friend with me at the time. I had told him I was going to eat real quick.

When I opened up the refridgerator my pizza was box was gone; and empty medium pizza box was ther einstead. When I turned aorund, I noticed my large pizza box marked with SQ on the counter, completely empty. Ene was sitting at the ocuch in the living room. Since Neesha usually sleeps there, and her head was covered, I asked her(as Neesha) if she ate the pizza, and she said no. Later she corrected me and said she was Ene, semi-annoyed. I apologised.

I believed Ene, but angrily closed the refrigerator door and grumbled "You guys KNOW I have no money" and went to my room. I talked with my friend for about 20 minutes about apartment options since I was planning to move after my CHS lease is up(which is in approximately 3 months) and then he left. I went to bed at around 3 to 3:30pm.

Around 1am on Sunday morning(12/17) I woke up because the roommates were getting rowdy since they were drunk.
I couldn't sleep any more, so I got on my computer. I was very hungry and decided that maybe if I drank some sprite, since it was soda, it would fill me up(I'm very serious about rationing my food so I don't completely starve).

I went into the kitchen, where the other roommates were drinking with two guy friends. I open the refridgerator to get the sprite, which had more than 3/4 of a bottle left(and had been labelled). It was not in the refridgerator. Obviously angered by this, I yelled "Who drank my sprite?" and everyone ignored me. "Did any of you drink my sprite?" a little louder, and still no one answered. I did a quick look around the area and couldn't find the bottle. I quickly searched through the kitchen trash and couldn't find an empty bottle in there either. Frustrated and hungry, I decided that I should eat one of the soups, and slammed the door to the microwave(but not enough to damage it, just make a loud noise) and set it for 1:45, the time it takes to heat up a soup.

Since we have no cable, my roommates often watch my DVD stash, which is in a large binder that holds over 100 DVDs. I looked around the TV to make sure I had all the DVDs, put the two that were not in my binder in the binder, and then went to my room, and hid the DVD binder under my bed.[This was originally all I was going to do to get back at them for stealing my food.]

As I was waiting for the Soup to finish heating up, I went on the internet and asked a friend of mine over Instant Messenger what I should do since I now have no money and my roommates are stealing all my food.[Someone not from Gaia.]

During this time, Neesha was talking rather loudly, taunting me, 'Ooooh no,' she chuckled, where I could plainly hear everything through the walls, 'we have no DVD movies,' such a shame, or that's so bad, she states sarcastically, among something else.

The microwave dings and I'm seething, so I go out there, slam the Microwave door shut again, take my soup, slam some drawers while getting a fork to eat the soup with, and walk back to my room. I think I attempted to slam that door but the wind caught it so it didn't make a noise when it shut.[I remember it not making a noise angering me too, for some reason.]

My friend had replied back to me at that point, but hadn't given any real information. I put the soup down and I was in the process of typing the story when I heard Neesha's voice talking about Ene's lost money.

Ene had lost $150(I did not know the amount at the time) a few days a go, and was not able to find it. She had torn up the apartment looking for it. When she asked me if I had seen it, I said no, because I hadn't. This was about.. Maybe wednesday(12/13).
But back to Neesha, she was talking about the money Ene lost. She said it was in her room and th eonly logical place it could go was to her roommate(me), so so in conclusion, it was only logical I had stolen it. She was pretty mouch shouting by the time she got to the reasons why I stole it, how I had the best reasons for stealing it, and it ended with how "deserve whatever she gets for stealing it" - meaning that I no longer assumed Neesha stole my food. I knew she did.[Just to make it clear you guys, I didn't steal Ene's money.]

At that point I bust out of my bedroom door and I scream at the top of my lungs "I did not ******** steal Ene's ******** money," and walk into the kitchen. Neesha was leaning acounst the kitchen counter(where there were barstools) from the living room area. I grabbed one of two large either tequila bottles or a margarita mixer(couldn't tell which, but that's kind of what the shape looked like) with my right hand and hit Neesha on the left shoulder with it. When I dropped the bottle, it went on the bar, and there was liquid.. I'm unsure if the bottle broke on Neesha, or from my dropping it on the table; I didn't see nay broken glass but I did see liquid spilling.

At that point Neesha is yelling stuff that I don't remember, and I am yelling as we try to meet each other in the hallway, "You stol emy ******** food, that pizza was supposed to last me a ******** week, I am going to starve because of you," and "What am I supposed to do now". (Maybe not in that order).

Once we are within distance of eachother, I try to punch Neesha in the face, but I miss because everyone is grabbing both of us and pulling us apart. My glasses fall off(either after I missed or while I was missing the punch) and someone(or maybe more than one person) shoved me into my room.

My spur of the moment rage seems to vanish at that point and I start panicking. I lock the bedroom door and I'm trying to figure out what to do; I obviously just assualted someone. Neesha is screaming about how I hit her with a bottle and and how she's going to ******** me up, how I'm a p***y fo rnot coming to face her, etc.

One of the guy friends is playing mediator and he says my glasses are in the bathroom. I hesitate but after a while say thank you, and that is the one word I said while I was in my room. I called my parents at 1:59am but didn't get a hold of them(they were'n't answering the house phone because they were out of town, so I kept trying to call various cellphone numbers) until 2:01am.

I was crying and having a panic attack, asking them what I should do and telling them what happened. Before I managed to get them on the line, though, Neesha was threatening that whenever I left the room she'd "******** up her computer" and "******** her up", occationally "******** that b***h up"... Understandably.

I wasn't really paying attention to Neesha's threats and screams of rage while I was on the phone wiht my dad who was trying to calm me down, but I caught little bits. Neesha said she owuld "Punch her in the face", "******** her up", "sleep in front of her door and bite her when she comes out". In fact, she was laying in front of my door for a while, but left because somoene wouldn't give her maoroni and cheese unless she came and got it herself.[Yeah, she was yelling about ******** me up, and then yelled about how she wanted mac and cheese. Stupid, really. She made it known to everyone she was sleeping in front of my door, though.]

I wasn't too worried about the bodily threats at that point since I had locked mysel fin my room and couldn't get in, and Neesha had threatened me in the past while drunk and not carried it out. What I did believe, however, was that she was going to trash my computer, so that became and obsessive worry. My dad said to hide the harddrives of the computer, so I did. And then he said that if Neesha started to pound the door down, or to pick the lock on the door, I should call 911. Then my dad said he was going to come down to florida as soon as possible.[My parents were in South Carolina at the time.]

While hiding everything immediately valuable to my computer, and off the phone with my dad for the moment, Neesha's constant yelling about how I deserved to get ******** up because I threw a bottle at her ceased and she was at my door again, encouraging everyone to "shh". I then heard the distictive noise of her trying to pick the lock. I hesitated for a few moments, unsure of what to do. I really didn't want to call 911. She said "How did you do this that one night?" to someone, and at that point I just called 911. My phone says I called them at 3:46am. It seemed like it rang forever, but when she(the dispatcher) finally picked up I was in a panic atttack again, crying, now honestly fearing for my life since Neesha was actually making a decent effort to open the door... When previously where she would threaten me it was always empty and she only yelled and/or screamed about it.

I told the dispatcher my roommate lost some money, Neesha thought I stole it, stole my food, now I was locked up in my room and she was picking the lock to come in and hurt me. We talked for a while, the dispatcher said she was sending someone down and to stay on the line. She asked me some questions, but since the police were taking so long there were long periods of silence where I was just trying to breathe. In those silences, I kept trying to reveal more of the story. I know at one point I siad, "Just so there's no confusion, I did hit her, but they split us up" and I had no intention of fighting her again.

Neesha stopped picking the lock shortly after I called 911, but she was still talking about how I was going to get ******** up as soon as I walked out that door, or my stuff was going to get trashed if I left the apartment. Every once in a while, the guy friend would try to get me talk by playing mediator and how he wasn't chosing a side, just wanted to get this settled peacably. I never said anything to anyone while I was in the room.

If you get your hands on the 911 tape, there are two, possibly three points, where Neesha screams something about how she's going to ******** me up and starts trying to break down the door physically. Everyone else is trying to pull her away from the door, saying this is a bad idea, and she shouldn't continue the fight. At one point one of the guy friends talks about trying to get me moved out via complaints, and that owuld be the right way to handle this.[You'd also hear me crying like a little baby on that tape. It's embarrassing. Stupid panic attack.]

During one of the quiet points on the 911 tape, I say "The last time the cops were called, they all ran. What if when the cops come she runs again?" but got no response. I also asked what was taking so long, because we had cop cars on the [apartment name] grounds. "Crisis interventiong... something.." and the dispatcher says "Security guards?" and I kind of lost hope for someone coming sooner and said "Yeah, I guess."

The cops came after everything seemed to have died down. Everyone got silent and the 911 dispatcher said to not hang up. The guy friend knocked on my door and said the cop wanted to talk to me. I was still saying nothing, but asked the 911 dispatcher if this was true. She couldn't confirm it. The guy asked me to come out because the cop wanted to talk to me 3, if not 4 times. He then told the officer I wouldn't come out, and the cop himself knocked on the door. He said "Sheriff's department" once or twice. The 911 dispatcher had been insistant on me not hanging up before, so when the cop was knocking on my bedroom door I told her, okay he's knocking on my door, can I hang up now? The dispatcher says yes, but as she says this, the cop says "Well obviously she's not coming out of there so we'll have to knock the door down"

I hang up with the 911 dispatcher and say "No no, I'm here, don't knock the door down" and open the door. We speak outside. I try to tell them what happened. They ask me questions, but seem to not know why they are here. I don't see anyone in the apartment besides the guy friend, but then, I am legally blind, so without my glasses I only see blurs anyway. It seems really quiet.

While we were inside, there were three cops but only one of them was speaking, and it was the same one the entire time. During our conversation he said, "We have better things to do", "you can hea rour radios going, it's not like we're doing nothing," and to tell them what the problem was. They asked for me to come outside, and when trying to explain the situation they said "So are you here to turn yourself in or what?"[Although I didn't want him to, my brother filed a formal complaint against the cops because of this.]

I say no, and try to explain the problem, but they don't really get it. Then I realise, "Oh, she ran away? I knew this would happen.. She ran away last time... I told the 911 person..." The cops said, even though they kept getting the names of who did what mixed up, that obviously the problem had diffused itself since Neesha wasn't there any more, and that I should go back to bed. I said Well yeah she's not here now, but what about when she comes back? Then she'll be more pissed than before.
They ask if I have someone to stay with after some other questions(like if I had drunk with them, what school I went to, etc) and finally I called a friend who lived in [apartment complex name], and he came to pick me up. I slept there, after getting my shoes, a sweatshirt, my phone, phone charger, and glasses(from the bathroom).

I did tell the cops I hit Neesha first, and they said "Well you know that's not smart, because that's a felony," but I'm unsure exactly when that piece of the conversation happened. My friend picked me up and we left, and from then on no contact with my roommates happened. That was around 4am.

My parents came to pick me up at around 1:30pm. We went to my apartment to pick up my computer and anything immediately valuable so they wouldn't get damaged(because I was still worried about that) my roommates were sleeping and he asked for their story of what happened. That was all my dad, so I didn't hear any pieces of the conversation. After we packed up the valuable things we left and I stayed in a hotel that night. Monday we came to your office. That is the full story.[We went to the housing office explained the situation, and asked for me to move. I got some lectures about hitting them and not telling them about these problems but sooner, and I told them that I didn't tell them about the problems because I was afraid they'd make me move, and the last time they made me move, NOBODY helped me, and I don't have a car. They gave me some bullshit about how I should have gotten myself out of harms way, but they fail to realise that I WAS MORE WORRIED ABOUT MY COMPUTER THAN MYSELF.]

Some points that the others may bring up ar these:

Sometime in the beginning of December, Ene got extremely drunk and was very violent. I stayed out of the whole thing, and was in my room most of the time. They were trying to lock Ene in. Since Ene is the one that sleeps in my room, I didn't want to be involved at all. So as soon as I saw an opening I left. I was talking to a friend about the situation on my cellphone[TriskDaemon, lol], and almost the second I was out the door the cops came. Everyone had run away. That was the day the closet door got smashed in and there was a hole in the wall. I did not witness any of that. Later when I came back to the apartment, I asked what happened and that cops laughed and said "A lot of nothing", asked me about the hole in the wall and said there was a noise ocmplaint and that's why they came. I went back to my apartment to find everyone gone. I stayed there for maybe 10 minutes to gather some things, and then slept over at someone else's that night.[The cops here are dicks.]

Neesha may talk about how I fought with her before. This is slightly untrue. Sometime in November, I bought four sticks of real butter, since I was going on a special diet to try and gain some weight. In two days two entire sticks of butter were gone. The four sticks were supposed to last me a month, or more. I labelled the physical box of butter, but not the sticks themselves. I had asked everyone over a period of days except Neesha if they had eaten th ebutter and they all said no, so by process of elimination, Neesha was the culprit. She was drunk when I screamed at her to "Stop eating my ******** butter" and we screamed and yelled at eachother various things. Neesha threatened to hop over the bar and ******** me up, but knowing it was empty threat I enticed her to do it. She never did, I went to my room. We only yelled, there was no touching or physical anything of any kind. Neesha said she didn't know the butter was mind, assumed it was communal property, and that I'm the only one who marked my food and everyone else shared there's so I should stop being a b***h(or some other similar insult). I said it's mine because the communal butter is margarin, not actual butter, and that if she didn't know who's it was, she should've asked or not used it at all. Even though I think she knew it was mine, I can't really prove it so that whole situation was a mistake on both our parts, but like I said, absolutely nothing physical happened.[I told you all about the butter incident, right? That one was interesting.]

As for the drinking, they drink every other night, it seems, and I have never drunk with them. At one point one of them really wanted me to come with them, I took three sips of a Bud light, realised it tasted like crap, said I didn't want a part of it, and left to my room. That was the "one time" I "drank" with them. I have never been drunk or drinking alcohol at the time of any conflicts.[I only brought this up because while I was in their office they tried to peg me with that "Did you ever drink with them, no don't answer, just YES OR NO" bullshit.]

I hope this sheds some light on what happened, I apologise for my actions in the apartment and I am sorry for the inconciences they caused. My number is [lawl] and my email is [rofl] if you need any more information. Thank you for your patience with me.

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I moved out rather quickly and with ease. They didn't have any apartments available until like December 20th(or later), and I needed to leave florida tuesday with my parents. So I secured an apartment for when I got back(jan 3rd) and put all my stuff in storage, which is luckily right next to my [new] apartment(no joke, it's like 3 steps), and I'll move in easily by myself when I get back from Georgia and Christmas break.

I heard a rumor they're evicting Ene and maybe Neesha as well. This could've turned out a lot worse than it did, and I'm actually rather amazed everything was done so quickly and easily. Honestly, my view on it is if I had not gotten my parents down there, they would've done nothing. I don't care what the CHS(housing) reps say, they're full of bullshit. If my parents were not there, they would not have moved me or tried to move me as hard as they did. I'm surprised no one has sued CHS yet, because they're so full of crap even a cow's steaming pile of s**t that hurts the atmosphere with it's farts couldn't compare. I mean, they work 10 to 2. Weekdays only. That's it.

And one of them was fired for stealing money from the other place she worked at. But she's here at school working happily in a secure job. Wtf.