"Stop fighting, or I won't let you copy my notes."
My roommates protested as I snatched the notebook off the bed between them. Caleb started to beg; Lilliana turned aloof, as though she didn't really need it anyway.
"Please—I can't fail the first problem set of the semester," Caleb whined.
"Then why don't you actually show up for class once in a while?"
Lilli scoffed in the back of her throat—something about "9AM" and "Don't be ridiculous."
"It's too late to start going now," Caleb said. "We're three weeks in! Can you imagine how awkward that would be? It's better not to go at all."
I rolled my eyes and tossed the notebook back between them. They dove for it like buzzards fighting over a bone.
YOU ARE READING
Transfiguration
Short StoryA mysterious boy who never takes off his jacket. A temple where men talk directly to angels. An extremely boring college economics course. Curiosity gives way to confusion as our nameless, genderless narrator learns the reason behind their classmate...
