“Can I help you?” the receptionist said.
“Yes.” I replied. “I need to speak with the person who writes Green Lantern.”
A smile made its way across the receptionists face. “I’m guessing you don’t have an appointment?”
“No.” I said, matter-of-factly. “But it’s important. I just want to say a few things to him. It’ll take five minutes, tops. Can you just tell him I’m here?”
“Do your parents know you’re here in our office?” the lovely lady said.
“Of course!” I lied, indignant.
Monday, February 16, 2009
In Brightest Day
Here's a great story about a kid who made up his mind to take an adventure