A/N —> Hello reader ! Thank you for choosing my story to read ! I can't promise you'll like it since everyone's tastes are different , but I hope it makes you want to write stories too . ✨
§ The Beginning §
Julia Cobain is what some would call a hippie, a free-spirit, maybe even a little white-washed. She defies everyone's expectations of what an average black girl should be today: braids, hoops, colorful wigs, lip gloss, tight clothes, and over-the-top-shoes.
She's none of that. I mean, sure she was raised on Hip Hop & R&B, Soul food, the most important black people of her lifetime, how to moisturize properly as well as how to take care of her hair correctly, and Essence Magazine. But that's just the basic stuff.
Every black person is different after all. But, there is one thing we all have in common though, that's for sure...
She just isn't sure what it is yet.
• 6 AM• Monday •
"Julia Renesmee! You're going to be late for school!" My Mom calls from downstairs.
"I'm coming Mommy!" I yell from upstairs, trying not to sound irritated. I knew I was running late. Telling me I'm running late doesn't make me go any faster. I huffed out a short breath as I pulled my simple, jade green dress over my head and put in some knot-looking, gold studs. I seem to have a thing for dresses...they're so flowy and beautiful and comfortable. I was getting ready to speed out of my bedroom when I realized I nearly forgot to put spandex shorts on underneath my dress!
"Jeez, I need to slow down." I muttered as my head spun a little. I needed to eat something too. I blinked a few times and sucked up my headache pain.
"Julia!" My Mother yelled another time.
I pulled myself out of my head and frantically looked around.
"Spandex, spandex, spandex..."
Finally spotting them, I yanked them off of the end of my bed post; tugging them on and smoothing out my dress.
"Yes! One thing down!" I said excitedly.
I grabbed my bag and my phone, looking in the mirror for a split second before sprinting down the stairs and grabbing an apple and a juice box from the fridge. My younger sister, Tiana sat at the counter, shaking her head at me.
"Come on babe." My Mom said lowly before rushing herself and I out of the door and into the car. I ran out barefooted with my shoes and socks in hand. My sister following behind us.
"I'm sorry Mommy...I didn't mean to be late. Again." I said sheepishly. I just wasn't a very punctual person and my Mom ALWAYS got on me about being on time and how necessary it was to be successful.
"Dang, late again?" My sister instigated.
I whipped around and stuck my tongue out at her playfully.
"One more time and you're doing dishes for the next 2 weeks." She said to me sternly.
"Okay." I said trying to hide the worry in my voice. I don't exactly despise doing the dishes, I actually find it a little therapeutic. I just don't like doing them if I don't have to. Yeah..
I began putting on my socks and shoes, ducking down underneath the dashboard a little to get a good look.
Beige-colored socks and jade green Vans.
"Perfect!" I chimed happily to myself.
I then, whipped my head up and went to look at my hair in the mirror. You'd think as a curly-haired person I'd learn to check a mirror for a decent amount of time before leaving the house but, nope.
I gave my curly mane a good shake and smiled to myself. Dang, I was cute. "I'm Sprung" by T-Pain started to play on the radio. I grooved to beat while simultaneously turning the volume up.
"Wow, it's been a while since I've heard this song on the radio." My Mom said while rockin' with me in her own seat. The bass boomed through the speakers, making the car vibrate a ton.
Soon enough, all 3 of us were jammin' to T-Pain.
And then we got to school. My mom turned the music down and we started to get out of the car.
"Bye Mommy! Love you!" I said.
"Bye Mom! Love you!" My sister said.
My Mom waved at us and then drove off, she had a conference call at 7:30.
