I maintain everything that I said in the first chapter. I don't own what I don't own, and I own what I do.
PG-13, just in case.
Chapter 2 "Face in the Mirror"
"Julianna, Hector is waiting for you," her mother's shrill, impatient voice called up the stairs. Julianna rolled her eyes and made a face of disgust in her mirror. A face that she would gladly show to her mother, if she had the nerve to do so. Her mother continuously set her up with 'nice' Spanish boys. She didn't like Julianna's interest in American boys, or poor Spanish boys for that matter. In her mother's mind 'nice' meant rich and Spanish. Nothing Else mattered. Her mother hardly approved of her even being friends with Javier, let along anything else. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her brown eyes were line in black and her hair was let down. It hit her shoulders and was cut so that it framed her face. She adjusted her dark blue knee length dress. It was snug and loose in all the right spots and the sleeves started near her shoulders. He buttoned up the 4 white buttons on the chest and took a step back to take it all in. She looked pretty good, she thought. She looked out the window and saw the wind whipping around the trees. She grabbed a white sweater, just in case, and headed out the door just as her mother yelled her name once again.
PG-13, just in case.
Chapter 2 "Face in the Mirror"
"Julianna, Hector is waiting for you," her mother's shrill, impatient voice called up the stairs. Julianna rolled her eyes and made a face of disgust in her mirror. A face that she would gladly show to her mother, if she had the nerve to do so. Her mother continuously set her up with 'nice' Spanish boys. She didn't like Julianna's interest in American boys, or poor Spanish boys for that matter. In her mother's mind 'nice' meant rich and Spanish. Nothing Else mattered. Her mother hardly approved of her even being friends with Javier, let along anything else. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her brown eyes were line in black and her hair was let down. It hit her shoulders and was cut so that it framed her face. She adjusted her dark blue knee length dress. It was snug and loose in all the right spots and the sleeves started near her shoulders. He buttoned up the 4 white buttons on the chest and took a step back to take it all in. She looked pretty good, she thought. She looked out the window and saw the wind whipping around the trees. She grabbed a white sweater, just in case, and headed out the door just as her mother yelled her name once again.