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Eric Lorens Short Story

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There is nothing really special about Eric Lorens. He was infact quite an average person. Average height. Average build. Average looks. The only real thing he had going for him, was the fact that he could solve just about any puzzle you threw at him. Hell, if you give him enough time, he would probably figure out the answer for schrodinger's cat. It was because of his crazy level of intelligence that every prestigious collage in the country offered him scholarships so he would attend their collages. It was probably theonly reason why Eric would go to collage in the first place. Eric was in his room, packing away the last of his things. Not that he had much to begin with. Even though he finished school four years earlier, Eric didn't really …show more content…

"What do you want kid?" "I'm here to see about an apartment." Eric said "My name's Eric Lorens." The receptionist looked Eric up and down and grunted again. He put down his paper and slowly raised out of his chair and turned around to a rack of keys behind him and plucked one of the keys off the rack with a meaty hand and turned back around to Eric. "Room 86," He said. "It's the upstairs near the corner. And don't forget that I'm your landord and you have to pay me rent by the end of the month. No

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