My name is Julia Lumieda. I'm 19 years old. I have 4 pairs of jeans; two are light blue and two are dark blue. Every shirt I wear was or is still my mothers, and her closet consist of vintage highschool homecoming shirts or basic solid colored shirts. I don't mind it. I have strawberry blonde hair, it's short; I cut it myself. It fits my slim face just fine. My eyes are brown, but my grandmother always said they have a hint of gold. I never paid enough attention to them I guess.
I've never left my front yard. I've been home schooled my whole life. I'm not sure if this is even considered schooling. My mother, Gena does nothing but drink. So far all I've learned how to do was make a bloody mary. I ask her why she never lets me leave the house, all she ever says is it's "For my own safety." I just assume she means from men considering my dad left her when I was 3. I've never met him. I don't know his name, and I'm not sure what happened all I know is it must've hit her hard. I've seen pictures of a younger her. She looks the same just an exhausted version. She's thin, and pale, but she always had the prettiest light blue crystal eyes that just capture you. Her hair has gotten thinner, but it's still long and soft. I do applaud her because somehow my whole life she's been able to support me off of a basic income of managing a Target. I love my mother needless to say.
My grandmother also lives with us. She's a different story. So old, but yet still so young. She's a ray of sunshine. Her little gray curls and long pink night gowns somehow just work for her, I pray I'm like her one day. I'm not sure if she's all there in the head, but she's the closest thing I have to a friend. My grandmother will tell me stories of her child hood and it almost makes me feel like im escaping to the outside world. She'll tell me stories of how when she was younger behind her house there was a small green patch of clovers and she would sit there for hours just to find a four leaf one. She tells me of how she would venture into the woods and admire the tall oaks and smell the pines and lay in the ground and make friends with the beetles; just enjoy the sounds nature has to offer. Occasionally she'll mention to me how when she turned 21 she left the country and came to the city and saw musicals, and went dancing, saw live bands and had the best damn cheeseburger any bar could offer. My grandmother has a little pinch of crazy to her, and that I admire.
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AdventureI'm alone. I always have been. Everyone leaves, everyone dies, and no one ever says good-bye. Tonight things will change. I'm going out, and I'm going to live. My name is Julia Lumieda and tonight I'm going to unleash hell.
