Enter Julia Chang

Your alarm clock goes off and you slowly look up at your white ceiling and begin to smile. You take a long stretch before you flip your covers off and slide your legs on the side of the bed, your feet now touching the floor. You turn off your alarm clock and realize how late it was. Of course you planned on waking up late since you didn't have work today. Its late morning time and your not that sleepy anymore so you get out of your bed and kneel down on one leg and entangled your fingers as if wishing for something.

"Thank you spirits for another glorious day."

You were very religious, and you always pray to the spirits every morning, it's just how you were raised. You get up one knee at a time, and you walk to your window opening the curtains to let in some light into your dark room. The light was almost blinding and you shade your face with your hands. Your eyes adjust, and you look at the hot blue sky smiling.

You turn and look at your roomy quarters. There was a desk on the right side of your room next to the door and on the other side was your bed, a wide space in between. The walls were painted a sandy brown, like the sand of the deserts. The floor was carpeted, almost the same color as the walls but more faded. On the wall down from your bed and desk is your door. To the right of your door is your coset which is filled with all kinds of clothing of your choice. It was a very comfortable room.

You look around and you begin to realize that it's awfully empty, empty of people...friends. You look back out the window, hands grasping the opposite shoulder. You lean on the wall next to the window and look outside again.

"Jin's probably training right now" You say smiling. "I better do the same."

You walk out your room and go downstairs in a speedy manner. You turn the corner around the stairs and reach your bathroom at a dead end. No point in taking a shower yet. You turn and go into your personal training gym your father made for you shortly after you got this house.

"Oops..." you forgot your sparring clothes. "Oh." no worries, you have spares in the gym just in case. You were always prepared, even when you thought you weren't.

Your sparring clothes consisted of short gym pants that comfortably gripped your upper thigh and a white tank top.

You raise your arms in the ceiling and begin to bend to the left... then the right. After, you stretch your legs, reaching towards the floor. After that, you do a few light hammer punches and some high kicks and you were set.

You go to your wooden dummy and took a deep breath. You then punched the lifeless doll with great force. The doll was tethered to a rubber strings, so each time you'd punch it, it'd come back at you with greater force, arms and legs flailing about. You immediately shifted your body to the side, avoiding the flailing limbs. You give the flailing doll a strong right kick sending it back farther giving the doll more momentum. As the doll flung back with the same amount of force, you duck twirling into a low kick to the dolls legs. The doll is now swinging in a circular motion and things get more complicated. As the doll swung back around arms and legs flailing, you had to avoid by backing up in a short, spinning jump. As the doll came back around, you thrust your body forward and give the doll a low side punch in the opposite direction in the dolls wooden side where the ribs should be. The doll changes directions and swings back at you again. You stop the dolls swinging by slamming your palms to the side of the doll. You then Give the doll a series of quick yet strong punches adding a few complex sweep kicks. You finally end the sparing with a strong uppercut to the doll's jaw which sent the doll in an upward leap until it recoiled back down.

You still stand in your fighting position sweating and panting, your muscles aching as usual, not that it bothered you much, you liked the feeling of a hard days work, even if it was in the morning. Your palms and knuckles are hard and rugged from punching the wooden doll. You get a towel from one of the hangers on the wall and wipe your face. You put the towel over your shoulders holding the ends of them in each hand. You walk to your glasses that were on a chair near the wall and put them on. You look into the reflective mirror that was placed on the other side of the wall opposite of the practice dummy. You notice how messy you look, you hair down and frizzy. You timidly lift your arm and smell your armpit. You cringe. You decide that your are going to take a long shower and braid your hair in two low braids that reach your back. You never really liked caring for your hair but you've grown custom to it. Before you could do all this however, you notice your cell phone on the floor. You check it and you missed a message from your friend Bob.

Bob:Hey feel like a little friendly sparing

You give off a sigh and reply.

Me:I'm Sorry I didn't see your message in time, I just finished my morning exercise.

He almost immediately replies afterwards.

Bob:Nah it's cool, maybe next time then.

You smile.

Me: Yeah sure.

Me:Gotta go, going to the library.

Bob: ok

I guess you could say your sparring buddies, though you guys don't hang out too much. But when you do, it's either intriguing small talk or sparring, which is okay with you either way; you two are both busy with your lives. Don't let his size fool you either, he's pretty quick on his feet.

"Ok, time for the shower."

You walk out the gym and get a new white towel from the closet in the hallway. Entering the bathroom, you swiftly strip off and get in the shower. The water was cold at first touch that made you jump. You quickly put it at a comfortable warm and release a sigh of relief.

Once you finish showering, you wrap your long brown hair in one white towel and your body in another. You head upstairs to your room to get yourself some clothes. You decided to where a white T-shirt with an unbuttoned mini jacket along with your usual laced skinny jeans and brown boots. You then head to the mirror and comb out your long brown hair to straighten it out so you could braid it into two separate low pigtails. You wrap around every other braid with randomly colored rudder bands.

Now ready for the day, you head out.

As you walk down the side walk to the library down the street, you contemplate on whether or not to message Jin right now and see what he's up to. You decide not to. He usually never replies to peoples messages, and even so, he's probably still sparring with his father. You look down a little saddened by Jin's situation, having to live with that man. You decide that he should come by later today so he can vent about his problems. You seem to be the only one he trusts with his information. You realize how much he trusts you.

You tighten your arms around the books you were planning on returning and the binder you were using for taking notes. You decide that you two should spend more time hanging out or even sparring, anything to keep him from his father, it seemed like he was the main issue to Jin's stress. Though you hate the fact that you have to make excuses to get Jin out of his house, you really had no other choice. You once tried making the two communicate with each other, but it just ended in nasty language and a blood-filled brawls that you had to break up and drag the resisting Jin out of the house. You've thought of every reason every excuse that his father would act in such a way, but nothing makes sense. You just finally decide just to be there for Jin anytime he needs you. What else could you do?

You finally arrive to the library and you walk through the automatic doors, arms still crossed on the books of botany and other sciences. You find the deskmen and you walk towards him. You smiling to the elder man.

"Hello, I'd like to return these." You say in a polite tone.

"Julia Chang", The man replies in a weak voice. "my most valued customer, what can I do for you today, oh, you said return these huh? My apologize sweetheart, my hearing is not was it use to be."

"It's quite alright, yes I'd like to return these."

"Ah yes"

He takes the books you gave to him to return.

"Thank you." you say back.

You then walk to the science section of the library an look up environmental books, very high leveled college type of science books. You could have spent the whole day reading that book and taking notes, but you realized that it was getting dark so you packed your things and left. Though you didn't get close to finishing taking notes, you checked out those books so you can take notes at home.

You are a college graduate with your masters degree in science, specifically botany, the study of plants.

One day you will make the world a greener place; make it what it use to be. Your a bit of a hippy when it comes to these things and you know this, but you don't care, you love the planet and all that inhabit it. You've taken a few classes in psychology so you know a thing or two about human analysis as well. As you day dream, you notice you have been followed for quite some time.

You ever so slightly turn your head to see a man with rugged hair. After the quick glance you do nothing but continue walking. If he continues to follow you or do something, you will take action. But just as you were thinking this, you notice Jin in you peripheral on the other side of the street. You really do not want him to think you are getting mugged. Knowing him, he would probably kill the man or something. Taking Jin in mind, you take a turn into a dark alley where he cannot see you. The man, of course, follows.

You can hear the mans steps get closer and closer, his steps getting louder. You take a deep breath, preparing for a confrontation. The man sternly grasps your shoulder and you are surprised by how strong he is, though not too strong for you. He turns you around, saying something around the lines of "Give me your money" but you weren't listening.

You flung his hand off of you, and you stuck him in the stomach with your elbow, making the man give off a pained moan. Taking his stagger to your advantage, you spin around to the back of the tall man and grabbed his mid waist tightly with both arms.

"you shouldn't touch-" You began to lift the large man off his feet, bending backwards.

"A LADY!"

You slammed his body into the ground in a suplex. Now in a full bridge, you let go of the man who seemed unconscious. You rolled your body around and gain your balance once again. You feel like you went a little overboard on the poor man, even if he was trying to try to mug you, or worse. Just the thought of a man laying his hands on you made your blood boil.

You looked at the mans chiseled face and curly hair. His tanned skin. "He looks hispanic" ,you thought to yourself. You suddenly see blood coming down the mans head and you go wide eyed. You pray he doesn't have some type of brain trauma. The hospital is too far away, and you don't want to call the cops; he was only trying to survive after all. That's what we're calling it now?

You look around, making sure no one could see you. You then take the man on your back and slowly and begrudgingly, take the man to your home. Sometimes even you have to admit, your just too forgiving.

You sigh as you lug the man onwards.