In just a couple of weeks Julia would be leaving the nest, moving to another state on her own to attend her second choice of college. She failed to get the grades needed to make it to her top choice, but this was still good enough. Persuaded by her parents she decided to go for a "safe" degree in marketing, but her plan was to at least try and pursue her dream of becoming an artist first, and the college she was going to had good arts programs in case she wanted to switch as well as some cool looking events that sparked her interest.
She was mildly excited, but mostly nervous. Nervous to be in charge of her own life for the first time and nervous because she knew what her parents told her when she shared her dream with them wasn't exactly wrong. She wasn't really someone that was artistically inclined in her childhood, or for most of her life really. If anything it was a recent obsession that seemed more like escapism, discovering in books, games and tv series a fulfillment that real life failed to offer her and wanting to be able to create something like that on her own.
Looking at herself in the mirror she sighed. She was quite unremarkable, a plain looking 4'10'' mousy brunnete girl with generic fashion choices, someone that felt like she missed a milestone in her teenage years and in the school experience where she passed mostly as an outsider, with a single friend that would also leave to another state so they maybe wouldn't talk to each other in a long time, if ever. Maybe if she liked sports like her little sister or was more attracted to knowledge like her older brother she would feel like fitting more in the world, but even if her family wasn't mean to her or anything like that, she still considered herself the black sheep of the family in a way. She was really hoping that the new college experience would help her break out of her shell and become the best version of herself she could be, but her cautious nature was also warning her that a lot of things could go wrong.
And then she looked at her creations, the drawer on her desk where she kept what was keeping her busy other than helping her mother with the chores or reading or playing games. Writings, drawings, poems, a journal where she could distinguish the moment where she set herself a grand purpose for the first time in her young life, and that of course, she didn't have the courage to share with anyone.. yet. She wasn't naive, she knew compared to the beautiful works that she saw online they were rather crude, but she was convinced her talent could be developed with the right guidance and as long as she persevered enough. She just kept hoping for that big break.
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