BT Chapter 1BT Chapter 1 in Short Stories More Like This
The bell dings cheerfully as he steps inside the dinky saloon. He feels a bit out of place as pairs of unfamiliar eyes swivel to fixate on him at the sound of his entrance. His light brown hair, long enough to cover his eyes, does nothing to hide the curious stares.
"I'll be rit witchu, take a seat!" A voice calls out from the back.
He had just moved into town, and he is unfamiliar with the local barber shops. Just the other day, he was playing bball with his new coworkers.
As the basketball bounced off the rim with a clang, one of them spoke up.
"Not makin' dem freethrows as clean, B!" the one called Mo grinned as he grabbed the rebound.
"Ugh, it's this stupid hair," Bodie replied. He flipped his head with impatience, but the stubborn hair just whipped back with a vengeance. "I need a haircut."
"Oh, I know a place!" The short Asian on Mo's team piped up. Mo paused mid-dribble and rested the basketball against his hip.
"Lemme guess, Taye's?"
The shorter guy- Bodie didn't remember he