Part 1Penny-pinching Roomate Takes an 8-dollar Yoga Class Ended up With a Broken Leg From a Fraudulent Teacher

After finding out that I was a yoga teacher, my college roommates encouraged me to start a class and teach them.

I agreed, charging 10 dollars per class and teaching four classes a week.

But then, one day, they suddenly stopped showing up.

I tried asking around, but no one would tell me what was going on.

That's when I found out my good friend, Emma Parker, had started her own yoga class, and everyone had switched to her instead.

She only charged eight dollars per class.

The thing is, Emma had only taken a few of my classes and wasn't really qualified to be teaching yoga.

Sure enough, she ended up injuring a student in class by being too rough with the support techniques and causing the student to break her leg.

Today, not a single person showed up for my class.

The dance studio, usually packed, was completely empty.

I felt a wave of disappointment, thinking, "Was there some kind of school event I didn't know about?"

I packed up the mats and props and headed back to my dorm.

But when I got back, I found out they'd already done yoga.

I just stood there in the doorway, dumbfounded. "You didn't come to my class, so where did you practice?"

"The yoga studios outside the school usually charge over 100 dollars per class. Isn't 10 dollars much cheaper?" I thought to myself.

But no one said anything.

They just glanced at me and went back to whatever they were doing.

I felt really embarrassed.

I turned to my roommate, Lily Woods, grabbing her shoulder. "Lily, what happened? Did I do something wrong?"

She turned away, glared at me angrily, and shrugged my hand off forcefully.

"Enough! I considered you a friend, but you totally screwed me over!" she shouted.

I was completely confused and said, "I didn't do anything!"

Lily stepped forward, tilted her head back, and snapped, "You didn't do anything? Then tell me how much a yoga teacher charges per class outside."

"You've asked the right person," I thought.

My family ran a chain of yoga studios, with both my mom and aunt being certified Iyengar instructors.

I had been practicing professionally with them for years.

By the time I was in high school, I was already a qualified advanced yoga instructor.

So, I explained to Lily right away, "A yoga teacher teaching a corporate group of 15 at a studio can make 300 dollars per class!"

"That's complete bullshit!" she snapped, pushing me away furiously.

"We've done our research, and the most a yoga teacher makes per class is 100 dollars!"

I thought, "How is that possible? Where did she get this rumor from?"

I panicked, with my heart racing. "My family..."

"Your family what? Stop lying! We checked everything. The 'Serenity Yoga' you're talking about isn't even yours! The owner of that chain is someone named Parker!"

Lily didn't give me a chance to explain and turned to leave.

I wanted to say that the legal representative of Serenity Yoga was actually my grandma!