“Kid,” one of them asked, “what the hell are you doing here?”
“Taking the test,” Luke said. “Same as you.”
They considered this. One of the girls said, “Are you a genius? Like in a movie?”
“No,” Luke said, smiling, “but I did stay at a Holiday Inn last night.”
They laughed, which was good. One of the boys held up his palm, and Luke slapped him five. “Where are you going? What school?”
“MIT, if I get in,” Luke said. Which was disingenuous; he had already been granted provisional admission to both schools of his choice, contingent on doing well today. Which wasn’t going to be much of a problem. So far, the test had been a breeze. It was the kids surrounding him that he found intimidating. In the fall, he would be in classes filled with kids like these, kids much older and twice his size, and of course they would all be looking at him.
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