Story Of A Girl

Chapter 1: If I Just Disappeared Would It Really Matter?

Y/N's POV

The sky was grey when I woke up.
I put my hair into a messy bun and put on my black and red hoodie with matching sweatpants; I didn't bother with makeup. Today Juliette (my best friend in the whole world) and I are going to a concert. I couldn't care less, I don't even know the name of the band and I'd much rather read a book at home with a coffee but I'm doing this for Juliette.

I go downstairs to go make a petite breakfast because I am a small, tiny girl. I pull out the fruit from the fridge and a bowl from the cupboard and place the fruit in the bowl when my mom comes downstairs.

"Oh Y/N, good morning... What're you doing up already?" she asks with a tinge of curiosity and nervousness,

"I'm getting ready for the concert with Juliette today, remember?" I exclaim.

"Oh yes dear now I remember, what's the name of that band you're seeing again? My Mythical Bromance?" she asks, Mom never asks me what I'm doing in the mornings.

"Something like that I'd assume, Juliette seems enthralled by them but I don't really care," I say nonchalantly. "Now, as you can see Mom, I'm busy getting ready. Now leave me alone!" I blurt out as I run back upstairs with my fruit bowl.

As I munch on my fruit bowl like a petite little mouse Juliette texts me on my flip phone which I only got because she begged me, I actually hate technology and would rather read books.

Juliette tells me she's on her way and that I should be ready by now but I overslept! so I throw on an oversized black shirt, pleather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and Ugg boots. I didn't even think about what I'm wearing because I'm so girly and I'm not like other girls. I don't bother with my makeup because I'm basically one of the boys. I keep my hair in a messy bun and strands fall out effortlessly as I grab my newest mystery book and rush downstairs to meet Juliette in her dingy Honda Civic.

I run outside and Juliette is sitting in her car waiting impatiently. Juliette is so girly I don't know how we ever became friends, she's wearing a bright pink dress and her makeup is fully done. I could never, the dress is already giving me a headache, I don't know how normal girls wear that every day.

 Juliette flips her beautiful blonde waves and says "Hey girl, you're late!". "My mom was being a total dunderhead and kept me distracted, she was being really weird," I say suspiciously. "I hope they'll still let us into the concert we'd be a few minutes late even if we hurry!" We quickly sped off on our way to the concert and Juliette pre-games by listening to the whole discography.