Letter tiles spelling out “Fiction” on a wooden desktop

“When I call your name,” the teacher said, “If you use your middle name or a nickname, now’s the time to tell me.”

Lester Grubb sat up. A nickname?

Mama called him Les. He hated it, but it beat what the kids called him. Some of the boys could say “Grubb” like it was a cuss word. In junior high, they’d called him “Less is more” on account of his weight. A cool nickname would fix that. He thought of one quick. He hoped no one…