The Freshman
“Whoa, is it really you? You're that kid genius who cured, like, a bunch of diseases when you were nine, right??”
The haggard teenager nodded but didn’t make eye contact with his starstruck roommate. His gaze remained fixed on the view from the tiny window.
“This is like meeting Harry Potter! I've literally got chills right now… but wait, why are you at a lame college like this and not somewhere famous doing research or whatever? You're better than this! I’m not, but you? You definitely didn’t have to end up here. What’s your deal?”
The brilliant one smirked so subtly that if you’d seen it, you might have sworn you’d imagined it.
“I needed a change,” he said simply. Then, extracting a large bottle of cold medicine from his bag, he proceeded to drink it in one go, without pausing once for air.
So, that's my freewrite for today! If you feel like writing one too, you can find all the details over on this post. Have fun!
