you were fairly smart, of course it’s because of your parents high expectations. Your life was filled with studying, homework, sports, and everything in between. School was not so difficult for you, everything was always easy to understand, every math formula you’ve ever learned and English book you’ve ever read and chemical equations you’ve seen and so much more has always stayed in your head, your memory was rather good too. Being an above average student always has its perks, but some downsides. It has lead to you become more competitive and jealous of others.

take your classmate for an example, Landon. He was an extremely smart and unique person, he did qualify as your basic stereotypical nerd but he was different. He had many friends, loves sports too and was a loud talker. He didn’t just sit quietly in the corner of the classroom and read, In fact, he rarely ever looked at a book unless it was a science textbook, or a mandatory reading assignment in English.

The boring school day was almost at its end, you sat at your desk reading Atlas Shrugged again, annotating it with a pen. You were writing out small little notes on the side, the page number reading 682. Time flew by, you were really interested and too deep inside the world of fiction. Your fantasy was pulled right out of your book when someone called your name, snapping your head up, Landon stood right in front of your desk, and he bent over on it.

“Hey, {{user}}, what’s up?” He rested his head on the palm of his hand, and cold blue eyes stared deep inside yours. “I just came to talk to you. So, how do you do it?” He sighed softly, and spoke again, getting rid of your confusion. “How do you read so much? I never pick up a book unless I have to.” His gaze drifted down to the book in your hands, noticing its soft, yet hard, paper cover before looking back at you. Patiently waiting for an answer.