Ezekiel (I)

In the frame of the state’s Young Giant Integration Program, our college has recently admitted eight or nine of the victims of last year’s Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, whose growth in height and size has been so much enhanced by radiation. One month ago, the college’s dean announced that one of them -Ezekiel Swala- would share our bedroom. Our individual beds were replaced by a four-bed bunk to make room for the enormous newcomer’s bed. We didn’t like the change too much, but we did understand how important it was to help those unfortunate people. 

Ezekiel is now above 2.5 meters (8 feet) tall, his weight is 320 kilograms (705 pounds), and he may not have reached his final size. In spite of the radiation, he looks quite healthy to me. He speaks perfect English. I wonder whether his mesh underwear, whose view sometimes keeps me mesmerized for long minutes, is typical Anwalan. Michael and Ming Yang, two of my roommates, soon became friends with Ezekiel. On the contrary, my best friend Manuel -a tall, muscular Latino with sexy round glasses, with whom I am secretly in love- was very upset with the changes brought about by Ezekiel’s arrival. By envy, perhaps?
 
(to be continued)