My Roommate Stole My Face

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me.

My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things.

First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him.

Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands.

All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo.

I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV.