(More background then anything. Let me know what you think. If positive I’ll post more. My first story so please comment!)


It’s supposed to be the best years of your life but my first year of University started off rough. I was disowned by my family. They didn’t understand my desire to go to school for the arts. My father said that majoring in English Literature meant nothing. I could already read so why pay thousands of dollars to get a piece of paper that said I could. They wanted me to settle down, find a man that could help my father out with his plumbing business but I was determined to go. They said they wanted nothing to do with me if that was the road I chose to take and so I was moving to the city alone.

The first problem was of course money but so many problems spurred off of that. First and foremost I had nowhere to live. I made friends with a security guard when I first visited the school and she let me stay on residence, which was used as a hotel until the school year started. I found myself a job at one of the local Mcdonalds and started saving up. Even with skipping meals so I could save more money I knew there was no way I could afford to live on res. That’s when I started apartment hunting.
A place of my own would have been ideal. I longed for the independence being away from home gave me but single bedroom apartments were running upwards of 650. It was way out of my budget so I looked at renting a room from a family. I spent every night on the school computers looking up rental rooms praying for something cheap enough.

It was the wee hours of the morning, about 2 weeks from the beginning of the semester when I found a rather ambiguous ad. It was vauge, but revealed enough to pique my interest

“CHEAP ROOM FOR YOUNG FEMALE STUDENT. WE INCLUDE EVERYTHING”

It had just been posted so I dialed the number on the site.