Shatter The Golden Prodigys Crown

Summary

My roommate was the kind of genius artist who blooms early, dazzling everyone.

She came from an old-money New England art dynasty—her father, a powerful figure on the Board of the Met, her mother, a former starlet with a permanent glow. She had been four years old when she first held a brush, ten when her first solo exhibition sold out in Chelsea, and by eighteen, her Instagram following rivaled a pop star’s.

So, when I reported her to the school’s Ethics Committee for stealing my winning entry, everyone—from our department head to the campus security guard—thought I was delusional.