They called themselves members of Mensa. They gave me a full cognitive assessment.
The result: an IQ of 190.
That number accelerated everything.
Not long after, the university I had set my sights on sent me an invitation.
Louisiana Collegiate Institute.
They had a program—a junior prodigy track—filled entirely with gifted students.
And I was the youngest among them.
From the moment I woke up in that crib until now, five full years had passed.
I hadn’t rested a single day.
I kept compressing time, pushing efficiency higher and higher—until the admission letter finally arrived. Only then did I let out a breath.
A milestone achieved.
Next, I had a way out of the orphanage.
I walked slowly across the yard.
Children were playing all around me.
They didn’t come near me, and I had n
