One morning before class, one of my roommates couldn't get out of bed and asked me to sign her in. It seemed harmless enough, but when I got there, I realized I was the only one from our dorm there, while the other three hadn't shown up.

Since it was an easy class and the professor was not taking roll, I figured it wouldn't hurt to help them out and marked all four of us present on the app.

I was feeling pleased with myself for doing a good deed when Sienna suddenly burst through the main door.

She marched straight up to the professor, held up her phone, and asked, "Professor, why does my phone show I was signed in when I wasn't even here?"

Everyone in the classroom turned to stare at her, and I was so shocked that I broke out in a cold sweat. The professor shot her a cold look and said, "You know exactly how your name got checked in."

Sienna replied, "I honestly have no idea. That's why I came to ask you. The system must have glitched. I never tapped anything, and it signed me in on its own."

She put on her best innocent act and annoyed the professor so much that he'd actually let out a laugh.

However, it didn't take him long to realize I was the one behind it.

Because I'd signed in for three of my roommates, I ended up failing the course and had to retake it the next semester. Meanwhile, my other three roommates just lost a few participation points.

I was so mad I could barely breathe. I gritted my teeth and asked Sienna why she had to make a scene, but she pouted like a victim and said, "How was I supposed to know you weren't allowed to sign people in? You're the one who did it."

From that moment on, I swore I would never stick my neck out for anyone again and started keeping my distance from Sienna.

I thought staying away from her would save me from trouble, but I was still no match for her antics.

Later on, the school held a speech contest, with prize money for first place and even the chance to apply for a scholarship. I signed up right away and spent days researching and preparing.

On the day of the contest, I was on stage delivering my speech with full confidence when Sienna suddenly stood up in the audience and demanded to know why my speech sounded so much like her ideas.

The room instantly buzzed with whispers, and my speech was cut short. Everyone's gaze on me had completely changed.

Afterward, I'd pulled Sienne aside and asked how my speech could be anything like hers when she hadn't even joined the competition.

She pointed at her head with a straight face and said, "It's crazy, right? I dreamed about it a few days ago, and it was the same as your speech. It freaked me out."

I nearly passed out when I heard that.

In the end, I'd lost my shot at the scholarship, and rumors soon spread around campus that I was a plagiarist.

The stress dragged me back into depression, and one night, I ended up on the school rooftop.

But maybe fate was not done with me yet, because I was given another chance at life.

This time, I was determined not to put up with Sienna's nonsense anymore. She was going to pay.

She kept calling my name, but I ignored her.

Then, just as she was about to yell again, our roommate Jessica Mills, who was in the middle of her game, finally lost her patience. She yanked off her headset and snapped, "Melissa, Melissa, Melissa—what is this, are you trying to yell my ear off?

"It's the middle of the night! Can you shut up? I can't even hear my own game!"

We'd used to have four girls in the dorm, but one had moved out because she couldn't stand Sienna. Now, only Jessica and I were left.

I'd stayed because I couldn't afford to move, and Jessica had stayed because she wasn't someone Sienna would dare cross.

So instead, Sienna focused on me, treating me like an easy target and making my life miserable.

Sienna was stunned by Jessica's sharp tone and didn't dare talk back. She muttered, "I just wanted to wake her up and see if she was asleep."

"Are you out of your mind? She's asleep, and you're going to wake her up? Do you even hear yourself? Why don't you just lift her eyelids and ask if she's sleeping?" Jessica impatiently shot back.

I almost burst out laughing at Jessica's words—but the feeling did not last.

Her words gave Sienna an idea, and she decided to climb up to my bunk to find out for sure if I was awake. Clearly, she wouldn't rest until she woke me up.

As soon as I saw Sienna stepping onto the ladder and poking her head through my bed curtains, I balled my fists and swung. "Grr, monster attack!"

My punch landed squarely on her nose.

Sienna yelped in pain and clutched her face. Upon losing her balance, she tumbled straight off the ladder.

Even with my headphones on, I could hear the loud thud of her hitting the floor. But still, I kept my eyes shut and pretended to be fast asleep.

After falling down, Sienna finally dropped the act. She stormed over and shook me awake. "Melissa, why did you hit me?"

I couldn't keep playing dead anymore, so I simply rubbed my eyes and blinked in confusion. "Huh? Did I hit you? When?"

Sienna clutched her nose. "You punched me in the nose! It hurts like hell. Don't you dare deny it!"

I looked even more confused. "I was asleep. How could I have hit you? And what are you doing, climbing into my bed in the middle of the night? Were you trying to…" I let the sentence trail off on purpose.

Whatever Sienna imagined made her jump back. She protested, saying, "Of course not! I just wanted to see if you were asleep! Who knew you'd attack me!"

I nodded seriously. "Next time, don't even think about waking me up. I don't sleep lightly, and this time I only punched you once. Who knows what could happen next time?

"But I'm a kind person. Since you woke me up just this once, I won't hold it against you." With that, I lay back down.

Meanwhile, Sienna sat on the floor, speechless and stunned.

Finally, fearing I would throw another punch, she sulked her way back to her bed.

That punch kept Sienna in line for a few days. At least, she'd stopped waking me in the middle of the night.

But I knew that she wouldn't stay quiet forever. She would definitely remember it. After all, living in that dorm meant no real peace.

The very next day, I went to the counselor, Gary Myers, to request a dorm change, hoping to move out as soon as possible. Given Sienna's level of absurdity, I assumed switching rooms would be simple. But as it turned out, I was overly optimistic.

"A dorm change? That's not going to work," Gary said. "Everyone has different personalities, so you need to learn to get along.

"Sienna hasn't really done anything bad. You're all classmates. Just be patient and talk things out. Besides, all the other dorms are full. Where would you even move to?

"You're in college now, so act a little more mature. Take my son, for example. He's studying in the Veyrion and sharing an apartment with strangers. At first, he wanted to move out too. But now, they all get along fine.

"If he can do it, why can't you?"

I rolled my eyes at Gary's pompous little speech. He clearly leaned on his PhD wife and loved bragging about having a highly educated spouse and a child studying abroad. Put nicely, he seemed relaxed and privileged. But put bluntly, he was just showing off.

Since changing dorms was out of the question, I sighed and left the office.

That evening, I was in the dorm watching a show when someone knocked on the door. Then, the class representative walked in with a few sheets of paper.

"These are the psychological evaluation forms for this semester," she said. "Just fill them out. The counselor, Mr. Myers, said you can answer 'No' to everything, just like we always do."

These evaluations happened every semester and were mostly a formality, so we were used to it.

Sienna looked at her form and asked, "Why do we have to answer 'No' to everything? Can't we answer honestly?"

The class representative casually replied, "Answering 'No' is faster. If you answer 'Yes,' you'll have to check each question and see if it actually applies. Even if you really had a problem, the school probably wouldn't do anything.

"I've heard that in other departments, students flagged for severe depression were just told to take a leave and go home."

Sienna thoughtfully nodded and stared at her paper.

After the class representative left, I glanced at her and casually said, "It's not that serious. Even if someone has a mental health issue, the school would handle it. The counseling center isn't just for show."

With that, Sienna picked up her pen and started filling out the form.

There weren't that many questions, so I finished mine in under a minute. Meanwhile, Sienne was still carefully thinking through the third question.

…

The next day, the class representative collected all the forms and handed them over to Gary.

A few days later, during class, Gary suddenly knocked on the door. After apologizing to the lecturer, he called Sienna out.

Something felt off, so I slipped out the back door to see what was happening.

In an empty classroom, Gary threw the evaluation form in front of her. "Who told you to fill this out incorrectly? Didn't the class representative ask to answer 'No' to everything?"

Sienna looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Why do we have to answer 'No' to everything? Can't we answer honestly?"

Gary nearly exploded in anger. He couldn't admit that this was mostly a formality, because if a student really had a serious mental issue, it would be a major problem. "I told you to answer 'No' to everything! Why are you asking so many questions!"

Sienna, completely unaware of his frustration, continued, "But some of these questions do apply to me. Isn't answering 'No' to everything basically lying? The form even says to be truthful."

Initially, Gary worried that Sienna might have a serious mental health issue. If she did something drastic, even his PhD wife and their child studying abroad wouldn't have been able to save him.

Now however, he was sure that Sienna wasn't mentally ill—she was just a little crazy. "Never mind. Here's a new form. Fill it out again and bring it to my office after class."

Sienna simply agreed without another word.

Gary thought that he could finally breathe, but he was celebrating too soon.

After class, Sienna handed in the completed form. Coincidentally, the department secretary, Laura Lane, happened to be there to check on the students' mental health.

"Don't worry, Ms. Lane. We've carefully gone through everything," Gary said, putting on a polite front while silently signaling to Sienna to leave.

But Sienne didn't get the hint. Instead, she turned to Laura and asked, "Why do we have to answer 'No' to everything on this form? Is that a school rule?"