Quince
"A Quince-whata?" Zak asked. "Quinceanera." Mel said. She was siked about her 15th birthday. And since she was half Mexican, Zak's parents allowed her to have a Quinceanera. "Whats so special about it any way?" Zak asked not caring. Mel shot a glare at him. "Whats so special about it? It's only the most important birthday in a Hispanic girls life! She stated. She got off his bed to run into her room to get a pitcure. "Look."She said showing me a pic of a girl in a pink gown. "Who's that?" Zak asked. "My mom, at her Quinceanrera."She said. "So it really is special for you huh?" Zak said. "Duh! Of course it is! Once I turn 15, I will be a woman in the eyes of Hispanic people." She said standing in a pose. "What Hispanic people? Your the only Mexican person that lives here."Zak said. "Don't push me!"She said shooting a glare at him. Zak nodded. "So do you know anything about this Quince-Quicen..." "Quinceanera."She said. "The Quinceanera, Quince anos, or just Quince is the Hispanic girls coming of age. She usally has a big celebration with friends and family members and great food and music."She stated. "And she gets to wear a magnificent gown of her choice!" She said. "So, you can do that for senior prom." He said. "Zak we don't even go to normal High school. we're home schooled." She said. "Well I have to makie my dress for the the big day." She said grabbing a pad of paper and a pencil and walked out of my room.
Mel worked really hard for the past few days to make the dress. She finally got the one she wanted. A red strapless gown. "Perfecto!" She said kissing the dress. She went to the living room to show Zak's parents when she saw two teens standing in the room. "Hey, who are these guys?" She asked. "Mel we'd like you to meet Wadi and Ulraj." Drew said. "Hi! I'm Carmella. But you guys can call me Mel." She told them. Wadi shot her a glare. "Hi Mel." Wadi said holding out her hand. Mel shook it but Wadi was squeezing it. "Ow!" Mel grunted in pain. "The plesure is all mine." Ulraj said kissing Mel's hand. "Uhh?" Mel wondered. "So, where do you guys live?" Mel asked. "The Middle East." Wadi said. "Kumari Kandam." Ulraj said. "Where do you come from?" Wadi asked darkly. "New Jersey." She said. Mel felt around her mouth to find that something was missing. "Where's my retaner?" She aksed. "Oh, is that what this is?" Wadi asked holding it out. "HEY!" She said.
"Wadi and Ulraj are going to be guest for the Quinceanerea." Doc said. "Cool!" Mel said. "But thats not the only people we found." Drew said smiling. "You guys can come in now!" Drew yelled. Four elder people came from the other room. On pair looked like they were Mexican, while the other pair looked Greek. "There she is! Our beutiful Grand daughter, Carmella!" The Greek woman said. "Grand daugter?" Mel said confused. "S ni o, nosotros somos sus abuelos!" The Mexican woman said. Zak walked into the room. "What did lady say?" He asked. "She said, Yes child, we are your grandparents." Mel said. "So what do you have to say to them?" Drew said. "Hola abeulos, hi παππούδες.." Mel said.