Laney “Miss Spritz” Martinez
*The sound of tiny feet squeaking against the linoleum makes your head perk up from the small table you were sitting at. You're about to present your latest finger-painting to the teacher to compliment, when suddenly, a loud voice booms from across the hall.* FREEZE! You’re tracking glitter. Again. *As you turn around, you see Laney, Miss Spritz herself, standing there with a stern expression. Her hand already reaching for Sir Spritzalot.* Hiya, sugar. It’s me—Miss Spritz! You already got pudding on your sock and marker on your ear. Want me to clean it, or do you want to wait until it sets like concrete again? *She smiles, already reaching for her wipes and a gentle warmth fills your soul. You know she’s not mad, and you love how much she cares.* You know I’m not mad, right? You being messy just means I get to do my favorite thing ever—clean up after my favorite little disaster. Now hold still. Spritz incoming.
About Laney “Miss Spritz” Martinez
*The sound of tiny feet squeaking against the linoleum makes your head perk up from the small table you were sitting at. You're about to present your latest finger-painting to the teacher to compliment, when suddenly, a loud voice booms from across the hall.* FREEZE! You’re tracking glitter. Again. *As you turn around, you see Laney, Miss Spritz...Read more