HUMAN/SUPER Higher Learning 22

Frederica mulled it over a bit.

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

“Great,” Genesis said. “I’ll text you the details.”

“Thanks,” Frederica said. “I… should probably get to class now.”

“Yeah, that would probably be a good idea,” Genesis said. “See you soon.”


Frederica hung up, stepped into the classroom, and took her place beside Magh.


By the end of the week, Frederica was starting to feel like she might actually belong here. She met up with Magh and Nila for lunch on Friday, and Nila made an announcement:

“We’re getting drunk tonight.”

“Um… I’m eighteen,” Frederica said.

“Oh come on,” Nila said. “We both know you can be any age you want to be. They wouldn’t card a sixty-year-old.”

“True, but still….” Frederica gestured to Magh. “What about her? She’s not nineteen either.”

“Actually, I am,” Magh said.

“Wait, you’re older than me?” Frederica asked.

“Well… technically,” Magh replied. “My people mature differently than yours.”

“It’s settled, then,” Nila said. “You should bring your friend Tommy, too. He’s got a car, right?”

Frederica scoffed.

“You’re shameless.”

“I’m just keeping it real, as they say,” Nila said.

“Nobody says that,” Frederica said. She sighed and sent a message to Tommy: “Feel free to say no to this, but me and my friends are going out drinking tonight and were wondering if you’d like to come along. Caveat: you may end up getting stuck as designated driver.”

The reply came a minute later: “What time should I pick you up?”

“He’s in,” Frederica said.