40. Spell

Diva


The young boy strutted up to the counter and peeked over the edge, waiting for his turn.

“Next!”

“Alexander Nathaniel Reed.” The boy said, loud and clear.

The woman with the freaky glasses nodded her head.

“Alex with no B.” he added with a slight wave of his small hand.

She looked down at him. “There is no B in Alexander, boy.”

What was wrong with that person? Alex widened his eyes and raised one eyebrow. “That’s what I said. Woman, please. I’m famous.”

He did a little hair flip before he marched out of the room.

Like. A. Boss.