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When Michelle moved in, she refused to follow one simple rule: bring your key. Instead, she pounded on my window at all hours, demanding to be let in. After countless sleepless nights, the other tenants and I devised a plan to give her a taste of her own medicine.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve always been a stickler for rules. That\u2019s why I loved living in our little apartment block on Maple Street, where the golden rule was simple: after 8 p.m., always carry your key. But that changed when Hurricane Michelle blew in.<\/p>\n
The day she moved in, I should\u2019ve known trouble was brewing. As I collected my mail, she strutted up the path, wild red hair flying and enormous sunglasses perched on her nose.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, new neighbors!\u201d she called, loud enough to wake the dead. \u201cI\u2019m Michelle! Who\u2019s gonna help me with these boxes?\u201d<\/p>\n
I exchanged glances with Matt from 2B. He shrugged, and we both headed out to lend a hand. As we lugged boxes upstairs, Michelle chattered nonstop.<\/p>\n
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\u201cThis place is so cute! I can\u2019t wait to spice things up around here!\u201d she exclaimed.<\/p>\n
I should\u2019ve taken that as a warning.<\/p>\n
The first week was tolerable. Sure, Michelle\u2019s music was loud, and she clattered up and down the stairs at odd hours. But it wasn\u2019t until the second Friday night that the real trouble started.<\/p>\n
It was just past midnight when the first thump-thump-thump echoed through my apartment. My dog, Biscuit, lifted his head with a whine. I groaned and stumbled to the intercom.<\/p>\n
\u201cHeeeeey!\u201d Michelle\u2019s slurred voice crackled through. \u201cI forgot my key. Can you let me in?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sighing, I pressed the button to unlock the door and opened it to remind her of the rule.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my god, you\u2019re a lifesaver!\u201d she gushed, reeking of tequila. \u201cI was gonna be stuck out there all night!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRemember the rule about carrying your key after 8?\u201d I tried to reason.<\/p>\n
She waved me off. \u201cRules are made to be broken! You\u2019re right here!\u201d<\/p>\n
That was the beginning of a nightly ritual. Michelle would bang on windows or buzz every apartment until someone let her in, oblivious to the time.<\/p>\n
One frustrating night, I was jolted awake by tapping on my bedroom window. Groaning, I found Michelle\u2019s grinning face illuminated by the streetlight.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichelle!\u201d I hissed, sliding the window open. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot my key, Addy. Be a pal and buzz me in?\u201d she giggled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has got to stop,\u201d I snapped, but she shrugged and walked away.<\/p>\n
The whole building was at its wit\u2019s end. One day, Tiffany from 3A cornered me in the laundry room.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdrienne, we\u2019ve got to do something about Michelle. I haven\u2019t slept in weeks!\u201d<\/p>\n
I agreed, exhausted. \u201cI\u2019ve tried talking to her, but she laughs it off.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s when Riley from 4C suggested we speak her language. It felt like sweet justice.<\/p>\n
The next night, we put our plan into action. Michelle stumbled home around 1 a.m., and we started buzzing her apartment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is this, and what the hell is wrong with you?\u201d she shouted over the intercom.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Michelle! It\u2019s me, Adrienne. I forgot my key. Buzz me in?\u201d<\/p>\n
After some back and forth, she let me in. I texted Tiffany and rushed upstairs for the next part.<\/p>\n
We kept up our campaign. If Michelle forgot her key, we ensured she couldn\u2019t sleep. By day five, she looked a wreck.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease,\u201d she croaked, \u201ccan you stop this? I get it!\u201d<\/p>\n
Tiffany couldn\u2019t resist. \u201cFunny how you didn\u2019t care when you did it to us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michelle finally admitted defeat. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I\u2019ll start bringing my key.\u201d<\/p>\n
The next evening, I heard her distinctive clatter on the stairs. To my surprise, there was no banging or buzzing\u2014just the soft click of a key in a lock.<\/p>\n
I smiled to myself. \u201cFunny how peace comes when everyone plays by the rules.\u201d<\/p>\n
Biscuit wagged his tail in agreement. Our little apartment block was back to normal, or as normal as it could be with Hurricane Michelle upstairs. But now she had the key to fitting in.<\/p>\n
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