JULIANNA
As I ran my finger down the small dial and the room dimmed, I stepped forward, my head down and took a deep breath, reading aloud what I had written down.
"'Life's endless phases'. By... me." I read proudly. "In the beginning of our life, we are defenseless and codependent. After eighteen years, you've likely gained your own sense of independence, being tossed out into the real world on your own. But the real question is... what's the best feeling in adulthood? That answer is..."
The writing stopped there.
"Damn it." I groaned, slamming the paper back on my desk, only lit by a small, but dim lamp. "I don't fucking know the answer to that!" I sat down and slammed my head on the desk with another groan.
Over my summer break from college, I was given the "small" task of writing a plot for the art club's next feature comic. Needless to say, it wasn't going as well as I had hoped.
My door suddenly flung open, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Hanging out in your lair again, Julianna?"
I rolled my eyes and turned around to face my mom, who was now standing in the doorway, smiling and holding my laundry in her slim fingers.
"Isn't that obvious?" I replied, with a small yet hesitant chuckle.
"Of course, silly me." She placed a stack of clothes on my bed and walked towards my desk.
"What are you working on? That story again?" She asked, placing a hand on my shoulder, which tensed under her sudden grasp.
"Mom, can you not?" I muttered as she looked over my shoulder. "This is private!"
"Is this all you have so far? Not a very good look for the club's Vice President."
"Mom!" I groaned again, making her laugh and back away.
"I'm just kidding, Julianna. You know that. Don't rush yourself, summer break only just began two weeks ago."
"Even so," I exclaimed, brightening up my room again. "I still haven't come up with this basic plot! The prez came up with the idea, but... I don't know what else I can add."
"You know that you're very talented, why do you think she chose you over everyone else in the club to be her V.P.?"
I turned away, my cheeks flushing as I smiled.
"You're not wrong," I murmured.
"I try not to be a majority of the time, but even I can admit to being wrong a lot more than I tell myself I'm not."
I turned away. "Not this talk again!"
"I'm just kidding, again, Julianna. Someone has to keep up the jokes while your father's on that business trip. I'm so lonely..." She emphasized as she left the room.
I smiled again, shaking my head.
"I get it already!"
My mom always tries her best to be the fun one of the house, though my dad definitely outranks her. At least she's trying her best to keep me smiling over this stressful break.
My phone buzzed nearby as I walked back to my desk.
I thought it may have been the prez again, but shockingly... speak of the devil, it's my dad.
My ear's itchy, he texts. Is your mother talking about me again?
I rolled my eyes and tapped away at my phone.
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It's only a phase, isn't it? | 18+ | +MAIN FOCUS+
Romansa(COVER DESIGN IS TEMPORARY) When Julianna's relatives visit for the first time in years, their butlers, Kace and Annie, tag along too, and make a deal to serve her for as long as they stay. They refer to her as "Lady Julianna" until they are insiste...
