Dulce Garcia

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"Well it looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Dulce noted the accent and arched a brow. Was he a foreign exchange student? To move to the Valley wasn't out of the ordinary but to move from somewhere like London to the Valley, now that was something that didn't happen frequently. "¿Tu hablas español?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"More like in the wrong country. And continent." He muttered, setting his book down on the desk.

"You'll end up with a little bit. If you hang around here long enough. Quite a few of us here who come from bi-lingual households. One for the longest time forced to be one over the other. even those who are just fluent in their native English learn a little bit." She was talking about herself of course. But nobody needed to know that. "Also, if you're one to talk shit, don't be afraid of being involved in a fight. Most of us are involved in Karate." West Valley was chaotic, but there wasn't anywhere she would rather be. It was far better than being with her estranged father. It seemed that might be the trend in one way or another.

"Yeah? Well, I mostly speak english, but I swear, some here look at me like I speak Latin. It's not like I don't speak English." Ed said, rolled his eyes.

She furrowed her brows. "Very American. What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes playfully. "I didn't name the dojo. Sensei did. Ask him why he named the place that. But yes Eagle Fang. Two badass things. More than likely it's the accent that's got you being looked at like you're speaking some foreign language. It's also not just a place but it's a way of life. Strike first, strike hard, strike fast."

"You know, eagles, isn't that like ... the national symbol?" Ed asked, grinned slightly. "Well, I don't know, but the british eagles don't have fangs. So, unless the american eagles do, it's factually incorrect." He said, still grinning.

"It's our country's bird yes. Take that up with sensei. But for some, karate saved them in more ways than one. So it is technically like you're insulting them. Especially Miguel and Hawk. I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side when it comes to them. I'll even point them out." She pulled out her notebook and pencil, pushing the top in a bit before marking the page in the corner with the date, week, and class period.

Starter for @dulcemarisolgarcia

"Well it looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Dulce noted the accent and arched a brow. Was he a foreign exchange student? To move to the Valley wasn't out of the ordinary but to move from somewhere like London to the Valley, now that was something that didn't happen frequently. "¿Tu hablas español?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"More like in the wrong country. And continent." He muttered, setting his book down on the desk.

"You'll end up with a little bit. If you hang around here long enough. Quite a few of us here who come from bi-lingual households. One for the longest time forced to be one over the other. even those who are just fluent in their native English learn a little bit." She was talking about herself of course. But nobody needed to know that. "Also, if you're one to talk shit, don't be afraid of being involved in a fight. Most of us are involved in Karate." West Valley was chaotic, but there wasn't anywhere she would rather be. It was far better than being with her estranged father. It seemed that might be the trend in one way or another.

"Yeah? Well, I mostly speak english, but I swear, some here look at me like I speak Latin. It's not like I don't speak English." Ed said, rolled his eyes.

She furrowed her brows. "Very American. What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes playfully. "I didn't name the dojo. Sensei did. Ask him why he named the place that. But yes Eagle Fang. Two badass things. More than likely it's the accent that's got you being looked at like you're speaking some foreign language. It's also not just a place but it's a way of life. Strike first, strike hard, strike fast."

Starter for @dulcemarisolgarcia

"Well it looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Dulce noted the accent and arched a brow. Was he a foreign exchange student? To move to the Valley wasn't out of the ordinary but to move from somewhere like London to the Valley, now that was something that didn't happen frequently. "¿Tu hablas español?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.

"More like in the wrong country. And continent." He muttered, setting his book down on the desk.

"You'll end up with a little bit. If you hang around here long enough. Quite a few of us here who come from bi-lingual households. One for the longest time forced to be one over the other. even those who are just fluent in their native English learn a little bit." She was talking about herself of course. But nobody needed to know that. "Also, if you're one to talk shit, don't be afraid of being involved in a fight. Most of us are involved in Karate." West Valley was chaotic, but there wasn't anywhere she would rather be. It was far better than being with her estranged father. It seemed that might be the trend in one way or another.

Starter for @dulcemarisolgarcia

"Well it looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Dulce noted the accent and arched a brow. Was he a foreign exchange student? To move to the Valley wasn't out of the ordinary but to move from somewhere like London to the Valley, now that was something that didn't happen frequently. "¿Tu hablas español?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly.