I like her hair!
I've tried looking for Dominican authors, but I never found much unfortunately. What's Candace's story about?
Yeah, we right different genres lol, but it's still cool to have some Dominican rep. It's a common ethnicity in the states, but still not super popular in media for some reason, but then Hispanics in media unless the stories are 'hispanic media' tend to just be added in as onesies twosies for diversity sadly.
Yeah interestingly, I write across big age groups, I don't know why when I'm a teen myself lol.
They do get along, and like each other, but it is a bit like a mother who feels the need to keep her daughter in line, since they work for the same company and Juana is in a higher position than Melissa.
Considering her name, I'm caught off guard by the strong Jewish accent, as she practically squeals, clapping my cheeks in both of her ice-cold hands-
āOh my goish!ā she laughs shrilly - her jaw dropping and eyes wide - āSo this is the doll face everyone has been talking about! You're even prettier than you were in the video! I love your shoes! Huh! I love your hair! I'm so glad I finally get to meet you in person! I wasn't able to make it to the ceremony cuz my son had the worst cough you ever saw in your life and he gets to be such a baby whenever he's sick - You and me have the exact same taste in footwear. I'm going to be hitting you up for the rest of your life to talk about shoes, just you count on it-"
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Mrs. King leaning against the back of her office chair, one velveteen elbow cradled in the palm of her left hand, a pen swaying exasperatedly in her right.
The expression on her face tells me that this is a common occurrence, and she rolls her eyes at this last comment on āfootwear,ā prying the giddy āmunchkinā away from me with one very stern, āmommishā cough.
"Alright Melissa, if you're done with your meet and greet, we have to discuss a certain, very important meeting..."
At the emphasized word āveryā Melissa forces herself to relinquish my face, with a jut of her lip like a child forced to put a doll back at the toy store.
She looks at me, rather than Mrs. King, with an apologetic shake of her head, "Oh my goish. I totally forgot - you have to forgive me. I always forget. You can just take this chair here, Ms. Palmero."