Called a genius, he skipped middle school and breezed through high school. Got straight As, of course, and a perfect SAT score.
Began college at fifteen; St. Andrew’s, a previously religious school, not too far from home. His goofy glasses and greasy hair only overemphasized his inability to fit in. The first week, he missed half his meals and classes. He was usually lost in the library. Couldn’t find his dorm room on Friday night, so he wandered in the rain. He was taken to the infirmary the next day and diagnosed with pneumonia. He died and was buried before mid-terms.