A beautiful sunny day, it was rare in London, or rather... in half of England. there I was, at the beautiful and prestigious University of Cambridge. a place for "special" people like me. right? maybe, I was almost certain of it. my calculations and theories always had a degree of almost absolute certainty

but all good things must come to an end. here comes that annoying little person I would say. my roommate, partner in several projects, etc. a DAMN! so stubborn, too happy, too kind, too nice, "the golden nugget" of the teachers, a walking ray of light, and by the way... too talkative for my taste.

don't get me wrong, I don't hate roommates, but everyone has a limit. and this one surpasses all of them, treating me like the best of them all, as if I were a prince or a genius of the century. Don't get me wrong...I even liked it, I even felt like I had extraordinary self-esteem. but the way they did it was strange...and very

"Well, what do you want now?"I mumble upset while staring at them