Lost Hope

College Life

The hope had been that beginning College will allow me to find my mate and myself. This hope had not been proven true yet.

It was a letdown.

The college allowed me in based on my grades and the need for a housekeeper.

Apparently even having a 4.2 GPA was not enough to just give me a scholarship. I graduated with the associate degree I had planned on.

I kept a full course load while attending high school with the 4.2 GPA. The Community College was uncomfortable with someone as young as myself and academically inexperienced attending full-time, after taking a placement test, there was no question of my abilities again.

The placement test had caught the attention of a few others that thankfully kept to themselves. Once they saw the results I started getting offers to attend other colleges.

The downside was once they saw I was a mate less female full they declined their offer. I was trying to be better than I once was but new without a mate.

I'd never be considered.

I'm a joke.

When you broke down the reality of this whole situation. This job was a cover-up for them. The admissions office didn't want to explain to the higher class students why there were no custodial services. They were trying to get by.

Nobody else had to deal with the job quota. The admissions office said it was because I'm an anomaly and they didn't want to have to provide accommodations to an unmated female. I got the fact that I was rare, but I found it to be extremely rude to have made me a housekeeper instead of considering my accomplishments. But the reality is I was an anomaly for everyone.

My high school pushed me aside.

My parents got rid of me.

My own pack didn't want me.

The only upside to this entire situation was the college had to relent on their standpoint of my admissions. They needed a housekeeper and maybe being an upperclassman student was convenient for them. I bought them enough time to look for a permanent custodian they could pay.

They only had me for 2 years and they knew it. I knew there was no chance to go above and beyond for the reminder education past by bachelor's degree .They didn't let me into the masters program route where I could graduate with my Bachelors and my Masters.

They realized they couldn't allow me to live in the dorms or the pack house because they were meant for only male and female mates.

The unmated males could not control themselves around someone like me. There was no other choice. I was placed at a shed in the back of the property.

The shed contained one bedroom and a wood stove and the school provided the wood to burn, but I was not looking forward to the summer. I hate the Heat or really I hate sweating in particular.

The walls were not fully covered which allowed cold, frigid winter air to get through. It seemed like no matter how much wood I burned, I still froze through the winter. When We had storms the old shed groaned and creaked with the stress added to it. I was really hoping the shed was going to stay standing until the end of my 2-year time in college.

The only upside is the school did give me a choice in painting. I picked an ocean blue shade for the bedroom and a darker blue accent wall for the living room. There was also the advantage of my location. The shed looked like a regular maintenance shed. Now outside was chipped with overgrown weeds.

The weeds kept my space hidden from curious eyes.

To outsiders it was a regular maintenance shed.

They didn't know the mini-fridge. I had snuck in the microwave, I had found a the curb with tour of leather couch.

I had snuck my TV and Xbox out of my old bedroom when my parents weren't home and also had that hidden out in the living room. There was barely enough room for my TV and even though I know stealing is wrong, I honestly didn't regret taking it.

This space is a hideaway of all hideaways. It's not great, especially with the climate issue, but it's home. It's my home.

It was definitely better than the woods I had been living in.

The woods were often dangerous. Had I not found a fallen tree in my second week, I don't think I would have made it this far.

I hollowed the tree out the rest of the way making it its own small space. I stayed there every night protected from the elements in my little sleeping bag. That tree ended up being my saving grace keeping the elements from killing me.

I learned my lesson about staying open after the first week in the cold. I got so sick that I almost returned to the pack I was banished from. They would have killed me but I was pretty sure the fever was going to.

When the coach found me in the locker room that morning, he was the one to get me the help I needed.

Coach was thoroughly startled when he found me naked on the floor. I remember thinking maybe if I take a hot shower I will feel better. The heat from the shower caused my already high temperature to spike quickly. I managed to get the water turned off before I cracked my head on the floor passing out. He brought me home to his wife, who could have been killed for treason. Thankfully his wife chose to save a life.

The fever had burned for 3 days and 2 nights. After the fever broke she was forced to send me back out to the woods, but she sent me out there with the sleeping bag and a book on survival skills. Small kindness from others has gotten me to where I am.