EXCLUSIVE: Read an Excerpt from Lilliam Rivera's 'The Education of Margot Sanchez'

EXCLUSIVE BOOK EXCERPT: The Education of Margot Sanchez

Journalist-turned-author Lilliam Rivera is familia. As this publication’s inaugural entertainment editor and current freelance writer, the New York native has a strong relationship with the brand. So, it’s our pleasure to highlight an exclusive excerpt of her upcoming highly anticipated YA debut, The Education of Margot Sanchez.

Read below and make sure to buy your copy on February 21st!

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Sweat trails down the back of my neck to the crevice of my butt. I look down and notice the deformed wheel on the shopping cart I’ve been fighting with for the past five minutes. It’s the end of week number one. Instead of having me do any kind of social media for the supermarket, Papi decided I first needed to herd carts out in the parking lot. I crave shelving instead of this tiny new hell. Cars honk at me to move out of the way. One woman complained how dirty the carts were and how I should use a disinfectant to wipe each of them down. “You don’t want to start an Ebola crisis, do you?” she asked. No, I do not want to start a deadly disease but I also don’t want to do this.

            I stop in the middle of the lot, pull out a hair band, and put my once-sleek do up in a lopsided bun. This is the worst, and this ugly uniform jacket adds nothing to my situation.

            Before I faint Oscar thankfully comes out with a gallon of water.

            “Sit down and take a break!” he yells. I join him underneath the store’s awning. “How’s it going?”

            “I think I’m going to die,” I say. “It’s too hot to be out here.”

            “Did you know that these carts cost more than a hundred dollars each? It’s true,” Oscar says. “What you are doing is so important. It might seem trivial but it’s not.”

            A hundred dollars! Maybe I should bill Papi for each cart I collect. He can deduct it from the twenty-six hundred I owe.

            “We should upgrade to the automatic-lock carts but they cost too much,” Oscar says. He pulls a towel from his back pocket and wipes the perspiration accumulating on his bald head. “Sometimes it’s good to do work with your hands.” He pours me a large glass of water and I gulp it. “It’s humbling work. You are almost done.”    

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