𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐱 𝐎𝐂
That's all they ever thought she'd be good for. A good imprint. Quiet... caring... nurturing... she'd never be strong like her brother. She'd never be enough to meet the standards they set for a true, worthy warrior. So w...
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❝ Back to life, back to reality
Back to the here and now, yeah
Show me how, decide what you want from me
Tell me, maybe I could be there for you ❞
𓆩⛥𓆪
"Being chosen to be the Thunderbird is a gift," Grams had once told Jo, "Taking on the power is a sacred promise to those who came before you to protect what they had fought for. And it is our responsibility to fulfil that promise."
For as long as she could remember, Johara Black had had this weight on her shoulders, this crushing sense of responsibility that she had to bear. She didn't know when it started. Maybe she her mom died and her sisters moved out, leaving her to care for her brother and father. Or maybe it was always just there, slowly but surely creeping up on her. She'd spent her life rejecting it, rebelling, trying to run as far away from it as possible and convince the universe that they'd got the wrong girl. She'd pushed it all away, daring to dream of a life that she could choose.
"I'm telling you, Harp, we're getting out of this town. You're gonna be on Broadway and get discovered and become this huge movie star with tons of crazy fans!"
Little Harper had giggled at little Jo as they huddled under the covers of Harper's bed, up way past their bedtime.
"But what about you, Jojo?"
"Me? I'm going to build the best race car the world has ever seen. It's gonna be faster than all the rocket ships!"
"No way."
"Way," Jo had insisted, "I mean it, Harp! We're gonna make it. You're gonna be this insanely famous actress and I'm going to be the engineer behind all the best race cars."
"We're going to be the coolest best friends in the world!"
But reality has a funny way of catching up to you, and childhood dreams get buried by the expectations of this world.
"So, Miss Black, let's talk about your options. Now, I spoke to the representative at MIT about your scholarship and—"
"Mr Clarke," Jo interrupted her guidance counsellor — one of the few teachers at that school that she didn't loathe, "I really appreciate all that you've done."
Jo took a deep breath and sat forward in her chair, trying her best to prepare herself for what she was about to do.
"But with all due respect, I've decided to go a different way."
