Worst Roommate | Ever - Janice Griffith

You had never said that.

You froze. The hallway smelled like burnt coffee and your own rising dread. Worst roommate ever - Janice Griffith

That night, you quietly packed a bag. You didn’t confront her. You didn’t leave a note. You just vanished from the script, becoming the first roommate who didn’t play along until the tragic final act. You had never said that

She seemed so nice at first.

Underneath, a dozen replies. All of them started the same way: That night, you quietly packed a bag

Janice Griffith seemed like a dream roommate at first. She was quiet, paid her share of the rent on time, and even left little chocolates on your pillow during exam week. You remember thinking, Finally, a stroke of luck.

That’s when you understood: Janice had done this before. You weren’t her first roommate. You were just the latest character in her one-woman play, where she was always the victim, and anyone who resisted was written out as the villain.