My childhood friend, Mark and I had recently been accepted into Harvard. We had dreamt of this day since junior high. Although me and Mark were studying to different things, we made it work by sharing a dorm.
Mark had always been the creative one. You know the type of guy to sell lemonade or start small businesses on the go. So, it came as no surprise he wanted to start a chat forum for Harvard students with some friends of his. “It’s the best idea yet” he said, almost shouting at me. “You sure something like that doesn’t already exist?” I answered. “Not for Harvard” he hurriedly replied. “Can you tidy the dorm up a bit? - we got guests tonight” he said whilst walking off into the crowd.
Tidying the dorm was a nightmare. The white wallpaper had shifted into a pee-like yellow. Mark’s old recliner which hadn’t been used once, was now a trashcan for greasy pizza boxes and old assignments. The old black leather sofa, which had now been changed into a bed wasn’t in much better shape. When the sun had set, and the only sign of its existence was the reddish glow that now filled the sky.
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