This is the beginning of a hilarious novel by Miquéla TV. Thornton. Dominiqué is a young woman who we all are in some way, or at least the clone of someone we know personally.
“Oh my God,” Bridget whispered, accentuating each word in the iconic “omg” separately as if they were their own sentence. I felt her nosey fingers grab hold of one of my cornrows as she fixed her mouth to say ask the dumbest question my ears had ever been cursed with: “Are these sacred African tribal braided twists?” She punctuated her question with her hand as she petted my braids like they were fur on an animal and grazed the gold beads cuffed around them. “Look, mine are just like yours!”
Highland Prep in Anderson Park, Illinois is no Seville Academy. And Dominiqué Taylor is no Seville student. She’s not unnecessarily rich, doesn’t drive Bentleys to school, is too unique to blend in in her new plaid uniform, and isn’t white like the rest of Seville. Her transfer from Highland propelled the school from 2% to 3% students of color, but that doesn’t make attending the school any easier. Teacher’s have their premonitions about her, even if they’re wrong. Classmates have their opinions even if they’re skewed. Some students like a word that’s not theirs to say or own. And one girl likes cornrows and dreadlocks even if they’re not her’s to wear.
Dominiqué has always been a bit dramatic. The vomit she threw up after learning she was transferring to Seville, and the screenplay she writes about Bridget's hair falling out after the hair-touching incident proves it. She’s been a drama queen since she was born: with her mom about having to wear a uniform; with her best friend Keisha about… well everything; and with her new-ish boyfriend Javon about admitting they liked each other again. But this time, is she over-reacting? To the students of Seville the n-word is nothing more than a word. Is it more than two insignificant syllables? Is a hairstyle just hair? Is a blaccent just a way of speaking? And is a mask just black facepaint? Dominiqué has always written her frustrations: forming them into characters that she can narrate with plots she controls. Yet, for the first time, her frustrations might escape her journal.
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