Barbie-q By Sandra Cisneros Novels & Stories

“Jake…” “You don’t owe me anything,” he said. “I just needed you to remember who you are. Before all the love triangles and drama. Before you started bending yourself into knots.” I hugged the notebook to my chest. And then I hugged him. --- That night, after Jake left, I sat by my window and reread the entries in his notebook. One said: “Barbie is made of stardust and stubbornness. She doesn’t see it yet, but she’s the center of every room she walks into.”

"Oh, you're so bad. No. How about a Rom-Com in the spirit of our new relationship?" "Okay, you pick one out you haven't seen yet but wanted to." I hand her the remote and lean back hoping for something not too sappy. She looks through the newer movies but doesn't see anything she likes so flips to older movies. She finds and picks out 'Hope Floats'. I think I remember it was pretty good and did always liked Sandra Bullock. She starts the movie playing and we settle in. About twenty minutes later there is a knock at the door. Barbie pauses the movie and I hustle to our bedroom for cash. Then returning just as quickly and opened the door just as the kid outside was about to knock again. "Eveni

Fake Barbie looked at me and said, “Now be a nice puppy and move your paws away from my mate.” Before I could respond, my very best friend, Charity, tore into Fake Barbie and said, “Who are you calling a puppy, you fucking mutt?” “The little girl with her hands on my betrothed of course,” Fake Barbie said. “Listen Plastic Patty, you need to walk away before I toss the candle at you and we all find out how much of you melts. You might get lucky and one of your plastic titties will pop and put your ugly ass out or if you paid for the expensive shit, you’ll just burn like the dumpster on fire you are, with all that product in your hair,” Charity replied.

I bought a cake to make up for Maisie's missed birthday celebration. In front of Brandon, Phoebe remained as well-behaved and understanding as always. She familiarly took Maisie's hand and helped her light the candles, though a cold hatred flashed in her eyes. As Maisie was making her wish, Phoebe suddenly lunged forward and pressed her palm onto the burning candle. Brandon quickly helped her up, but her palm still got burned with two blisters. She looked at me smugly but did not hear the expected screams. When she turned around, she saw Maisie happily cutting the cake. She frantically pinched her burned skin, but Maisie remained unaffected.

Then it pulled up before yet another inn, The Tabernacle, which bore a picture of a moveable dwelling in front and one of the strange humped beasts she had seen only in her mind’s eye. “Home,” Cedric announced. “Escort them inside, Jonah. Then you can be off to be with your missus.” “Winfrida will wait. Besides, I’m curious. I’ve never seen a princess up close before.” “Don’t let the Emir hear you say that.” “He isn’t here, is he?” “What do you think?” Miriam decided she didn’t want to hear any more. She concentrated instead on trying to rouse the still unconscious Sassa, but no amount of cheek patting helped.

Barbie said, mocking the name, "suck those big black dicks." Karen couldn't believe she was doing this, yet couldn't stop. The cocks were just too majestic and absolutely irresistible. "Choke on that dick," Barbie said, loving dominating white sluts, that multiplied intensively when the white sluts were racist bitches like her. She pushed her head roughly until she was deep throating Carter's dick. "That's right, that's right, hold that dick deep in your slut mouth." "Oh yeah, she's a real dick smoker," Carter approved,

The walls were painted in soft pink and lavender, with beautiful hand-painted murals that looked like scenes from fairy tales. But what really made Lucia gasp was the life-sized Barbie mural that covered one entire wall. It wasn't just any Barbie, it was from her favorite movie, "Barbie and the Island Princess," complete with tropical flowers and beautiful island scenery. "Oh my goodness!" Lucia squealed, running to touch the wall. "It's Barbie! It's really her!" "Do you like it, baby girl?" Clarisse asked, though the answer was obvious from Lucia's face. "I love it so much Mummy!" Lucia said dramatically, pressing her hands to her heart in a way that made both her parents laugh.

She couldn’t stand their attitude towards Clayton so she decided not to argue with them anymore and fixed her things on the table. She was about to leave when Esperanza asked her again. “Hey! You haven’t answered my question yet.” Barbara stopped in her track but didn’t look back at them. “All I know is that he’s a great man.” After hearing Barbara’s response, the two shook their heads at the same time. “Be careful, Barbara. Looks can be deceiving.” Esperanza added but she ignored it. ___________________________ “THIS clubhouse 2.0 is so easy to prepare. It’s just like a Clubhouse overload,” Randall commented after Meredith showed him how to do it.

Barbie had turned grisly pale. "Then why couldn't you lay low when you met her? Even when I met her in President Tony's office, I swallowed my hatred and resentments for the sake of the future but now, you ruined everything. Why did you call her that in front of President Tony? Why?" Queenie was suppressing all her emotions. Only God knew the volcano erupting inside her heart. "I thought Richard would save me," Barbie wiped away tears. Richard had been a gentleman around her and seemed very interested. Ah, why couldn't she zip up? It was too late for regrets but where there was no light of a solution close, the song of regret became the best comforter.

We just all stifled our laughter at her attempt to appear intimidating when she just looked like this whiny little kitten who was asking for milk. “Stop your delusion, Lindsey. You leave this place before I’m forced to show them who you truly are,” I said and she seemed caught off guard when she stiffened. Barbie, who was standing in the doorframe began to move closer to us, her arms still crossed above her chest. She stared at us with resentment sweeping across her face before it was glued to me. “Don’t wait for us to show who you truly are,” she corrected me as I fought the urge to shove her and pin her to the ground.