“Welcome to Reymond High. We truly hope that you enjoy your time here and that you’ll find ways to use your gifted mind to better mankind,” a peppy girl handed Jun a flyer after he stepped out of the office with his dad.

“Ah, thank you. What’s this?” the man took the piece of paper from his son to examine it.

The girl kept smiling as she started explaining. “Consider it an invitation to our meet and greet on Friday for the new school year,” she looked at Jun.

He held tightly onto the straps of his backpack and tried to avoid eye contact, but she somehow found his eyes anyway.

Her smile remained on her face. “It may be your first year here, but it doesn’t mean you have to be scared of mingling. We’re all friendly over here. Gifted minds must unite,” she did a gesture with her arms where one was held down as her hand cuffed into a fist and the other shot up. It resembled a superhero pose, and her face became serious as she struck it.

Jun watched as she smiled again and then hurried off after doing so.

“Mmm. Nice place, nice place. The secretary was nice when she handed you your schedule just now, and everybody we met over the summer while getting you settled had been nice too. This place is amazing,” his dad chuckled as they walked down the hall away from the office.

Jun tried to ignore all the people dressed in similar clothing. He had never been to a school that required uniforms in the past, but he supposed that Reymond High was just extra. “I don’t know about that,” he started walking down the stairs with his father.

“Ah, come on. Are you still in a bad mood ‘cause you have to transfer?” his dad grabbed his shoulder while they walked. Some students were coming up as they moved. It was the official first day of school after a long summer break, so a busy environment was expected. “This is a gift, Jun.You have a gift. Do you know how many kids your age wish they were born with an incredible brain like yours?” he faced his son once they were at the bottom of the staircase.

Jun thought of his old school and all the friends he had left right before one of their final years together.All because of some stupid regional test scores. Why didn’t he get a say in whether he came here or not? This school wasn’t even old enough to demand that students who got above a specific grade should be transferred to it. How long had it been in existence?All the pamphlets said something like eighteen years. He was not impressed by it despite the good reviews and high-tech building. The uniforms just screamed ‘prestigious’ as well, and being here almost felt like something out of a comic book. A school for geniuses with top-notch technology and professors? Something crazy was bound to happen here, right?If Trevor got transferred with me, that’s definitely what he’d be thinking. He smiled briefly to himself, but it faded when he realised that he was now living in a completely different state from one of his best friends. This school felt like another world. It was even isolated from other buildings.

“Not many. Most teenagers just wanna hang out and have a good time,” his hands were in the pocket