A picture of Juliet

It was a dark cold night and the wind rushed through my hair and between my toes as in the dim lamp light i sat closing the shop! It was my senior year in high school and prom was coming in a few months! Exams, tests, practice, homework, notes, books and studies occupied my mind. I used to work in a beautiful small flower shop when i was just thirteen but due to a fire in the neighborhood the flower shop burnt down to pieces! Since then i started working in this antique book store, it was a huge book store and looked like a victorian library! My father had died and my mother was in chemotherapy after months of fighting with cancer and finally beating it. 

I used to live in Darwin,  an Australian port before i came to this small suburban american ton! I was of a strange birth! My mother was an Indian and half Mexican whereas my father was Norweign! I looked more like my father with big black eyes and dark jet black hair and dimples and most of all pink cheeks but i had a dusky complexion like my mother! I was seventeen and i had never fallen in love, made many friends or even socialized. I used to read a lot and nothing else came to my mind. I drew sketches and paintings and wrote songs and poems, i never showed them to any one, i used to stack them on my shelves and put them in my files and my novels i used to sell for other novels or go and read in the library! I thought life was as it should have been! I had enough money to pay for mom's surgery and a university was offering me scholarship so that was no problem for the time being! I wanted to go into arts and sell my paintings so i enrolled in Julliard School. There i was going to learn performing arts and if i had the money become a stage actor! There was nothing else i could pursue at the moment! I was not an honour student but i was very good and had aced many tests and my SAT scores were amazing! I thought, arts and music and books and just having a good job would be my life's necessities! I did not care to marry and i did not want any friends and love or anything like that.

It was like something which would just pull me down to the ground when i aimed to soar for the sky! I loved my freedom and never happening to depend on people. I valued my time alone, since i was always in the process of thinking. I wrote and drew things because i like doing it and i didn't want my passion to be a source of money for me because i never valued money more then passions and dreams and i didn't want to degrade mine by connecting them with my passionate pursuits. Boys were the least of my mind, i wasn't scared of them but i never talked to them. I knew that true love existed but it was just not my dream to find it. I knew if i followed my dream maybe someone might respect me and that was enough for me. Nobody and nothing and no emotion could mingle with what i called my "destiny"! Someday i planned to show the world what it is turning into through my art and i knew that i would! 

Author's Note

this is more like a prologue to the story.