College for War aka Life

Date: 10/27/2018

Im graduating a college I've been attending. However, ive been here secretly somehow. I've not been turning in work, or paying for the tuition, or anything. Its a secret I've been waiting to have revealed and get me thrown out. I pretend nothing is wrong, that I'm not a thief or a liar or going to be homeless when they find out. I feel guilty but I bury it and pretend its not there, and that everything will be okay. This is a school for war training, we use this huge world as a school to train for the war relief. But this world is an illusion, its not real. We really are training for the world below which is rife with war. We float around above them and i find this out when the Dean explains it to a graduate who came out top of his class and is eager to begin war. He explains it all in a floating balloon, like a zeplin, and controls it with his mind. The student is shocked. I was at a pizza party celebrating graduation. They had 500 different pizzas all huge, as in hundreds of slices. But it was all pepperoni pizza. Some slices were skimpy on the pepperoni or empty of it but still, there was a lot of pizza which looked good. Once we were allowed to eat everyome raced around trying to get some, get the best slices. I did too, noticing some pizzas tasted different than others. I wasnt sure I Liked them all. People looked at me strange, maybe for carrying around several slices without a plate, or for eatting too much. It made me uncomfortable and defensive. I mean everyone else was doing it, soms to a more gluttonous extreme, why did they have to single out me? I stand in the corner beside amd exit door, and I see a girl which makes me cut through the crowd to make sure she gets something, pizza perhaps? A nice word... Others to make room for her? Im not sure but its important and i dont stay for the credit or thanks, i iust hightail it afterwards to my corner of the room. Then I do exit through the door. I walk in the dark and come back into the room through another door farther down. She followed me and shes with me in this small outdoor garage after i duck back through the exit again. Shes cool and collected and knows more than me about where we are. We are outside the college and 7 blocks away from the nearest entrance. We cant get back in unless we walk it. So i walk it with her, shes telling me all this stuff i don't know, but in a cool helpful way, still a bit scolding, but not making fun if me being stupid. She telld me stuff like dogs attack you here on the streets. At the next door to the college there are a couple of thick black bulldog guard dogs there in open cages. They protect us when a strange dog, kinda like a pit but more tall and regal, comes up barking and chase him off, he takes a sleeping golden retriever with him. We keep walking and she talks at me. Its Autumn and a nice ritzy city neighborhood. At the college I meet with two men in charge, the Dean and the Headmaster. I think I'm being thrown out but instead they are adking me why I haven't asked for help, no work has ever been turned in, why not ask for help? I have this huge green catus ballon, plastic like a swim blow up, which represents my tuition and all allowed me at school. One arm is tiny and delfated, like i had been jipped on how much i was givrn at the start, and I show them. He looks quite alarmed and unsure why its a problem. Just blow it up he says. I try, again because I have before, and it inflates a bit, but not much and then goes back down when I stop. I feel faint and sick and they take me to a concerned scool doctor. He is nice, has a nice warm office, not a doctors office but a professors office. Hes concerned and has me sit down. For some reason I am covered in only a sheet that they put in front of me when I met with the Dean. It doesnt cover my legs much down and i see them and i am disgusted. They are covered in hair, as if i had never shaved in my life, Thick hair, and worse they are covered in sores. These sores are red and almost scabbed and some have mishapened my legs in places, like the muscle have grown funny or the bones are visible through thight skin which climbs up to a muscle. They look bad, like i could be contagious, and I am ashamed. The doctor checks me out, my health, then puts me back in the health ward, where i have been training all this time at school. He goes to speak to the Dean much concerned. I am severely ill. I lie in bed until a doctor/fellow student comes and checks on me. One minute I am covered in grotesqueness and the next I curse him with it, he now lies in bed in my place and i stand wearing his face and body and white coat. His case is different, he looks covered in a bark of some kind. He cant speak around the bark obstruction. The doctor proffessor who saw me questions the Dean in horror. The dean just says that its needed, I only target boys who hurt girls and the like, which weeds out undesireables from the college. They knew all along what i had been doing. I was never in any danger of being thrown out. I worried for nothing. They liked me breaking the rules, needed me too, as they couldnt be culpable for what I was doing.