Rose's POV:
I suddenly woke myself and sat up in my bed.. I feel very sweaty and not functioning myself well because my current pajamas were soaking wet and it sticks to my skin. My heart was still pounding from aquaphobia while my breathing was very heavy through the dark. I turned my light on, looked around my room that was painted in pastel blue, and started to relax. I quietly got up from bed, changed my drenched pajamas into a fresh, new one, and opened my window, in which the night air was welcomed in. It was cool and soft, and the streets were peaceful and silent. No noise to disturb my peaceful night. I slowly began to breathe more like normal, but I took a deep one for the night. I've been awakened by my aquaphobia dream three times already, but I've been getting different sides of the same dream for a few months now. It seems that I can't find the answer for a dream like this. Yes, I cannot swim, but I didn't take swimming at school; apparently, I made my whole life tiptoe farther around anything that involves a lot of water more than a bathtub. I thought to myself, Why a scary dream? Like why? And whose voice belongs to? I could still hear it, which makes me tremble with excitement. The voice is totally unusual, and I never heard it before, which I'm sure of that. It's currently 3 in the morning, and I knew that I can't go back sleep, so I feel like writing down in my journal that I got for Christmas, which was my favorite. Honestly, writing really helps me sooth and relax, and tonight was one of those nights that I needed to calm down. I admired the journal as I feel the smooth leather cover of my journal. I sat cross-legged on my bed with my blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I relaxed for a bit, breathed deeply and slowly opened up the journal. Inside, the pages were in the color of a soft cream. I carefully wrote down my name, gently blew on it, just to make sure it won't mess up, and with anticipation, I turned to the first page of my journal. I love starting a new journal. It's always filled with possibilities and questions that are hard to answer – with upcoming days and events to happen in my life. I decided to start on describing about myself, and I'm hoping there's an answer to these nightmares I've been getting.

"My name is Rosalie Juliet Cabello. I am tan beige, like those old school computers, average but curvy, and outspoken, yet I'm still in the shy shell. I love mornings because of all the possibilities, and also rainbows, if there's a possibility to find one. I'm currently 17 years old, and I just got my permit.

I like ethnic food, chocolate chip cookies, and cruelty-free products. I believe recycling is important for the planet's next generation, so I never throw anything away. I have collections of buttons, old magazines, you get the idea. I like texting, but I prefer talking in the phone because it brings out the mystery and saves energy.

I don't like fake people, picky people, olives, and spicy candy, like candy with cinnamon!?! It's like the old #CinnamonChallenge trend, but in candy form. I also don't like gangs, violence, drama, and movies that will make me cringe a lot. There are a lot of gangs that currently go to my school, it's sketchy because they like to boss around with threats and go straight with the actions and what they think of kids, but I'm not bothered with all of that since they didn't like me that much. I'm okay with that – I rather not need more complications in my life. It's already confusing enough to deal with math, boys and getting my license already.

I'm not much of a scaredy cat. Sure, most girls are scared of spiders and snakes, and they would scream if they see one. I'm okay with snakes, which I heard they symbolize the rebirth, transformation, immortality, and healing. They're sleek, smooth, cool and even sexy, which I do not plan on marrying one of them. Spiders. Well, kind of scared, but it's cool to see them make art with their bodies. Most of them don't bite, but if I do see one, I'll rather leave it be than killing it with my foot. Life's rough for a spider without keeping an eye out for young girls with big shoes. I love big shoes, like the bigger size the better. I could wear shoes with 3 inches high on heels and soles. Maybe four. Oh FIVE! I remember my mom telling me a story of her in my age, wearing shoes like that, which it wasn't that difficult to believe. The only things I'm terrified of are being lonely, thunderstorms and water.

I am afraid of water, which I have an aquaphobia. I did took swimming lessons when I was young, but I never learned how to, which was not true. I did learned how to swim, but it's just I'm too chicken to do it. I do know how to do steady breathing, proper arm strike, flutter kick – all of that, but it's just I'm too attached from the sides of the spool. I panic whenever I'm in the middle of the pool and I don't have anything to hold on to. Nothing solid – nothing to grasp. The water slips through my hands, and I struggled to move, then I started to sink and scream , but after all of that, in get embarrassed. Whenever I go to the pool, I would be sitting on the side and splashing with the younger kids while their parents go swim in the deep end. Even walking by the deep end makes me feel sick. Luckily, I've never fallen in, never had an incident that almost drowned me, not even slipped in the bathtub, which that explains the dream scares the crap out of me. I'm gonna have to ask my dad about it, and maybe he would tell me what to do without any worries.

My dad, Cedric Cabello, or DJ Ced, is a radio host from a popular radio station. Sure, he's handsome and good-locking, but he's also popular, and his pictures are all over the Internet, which I like. He always have the opportunity to interview famous celebrities and big names that come into town. I got to meet Ariana Grande and Fifth Harmony recently at the radio station's summer kick-off concert because of my dad's job. He goes on air at night, like 7:00 "at night", with this hilarious woman named Nicole Nunez, or NiNu (her DJ name). She is very pretty, but she can't read very well and keeps mispronouncing words and creating stupid mistakes on air. One time, she spent almost the whole show yapping about gorillas in a war in Europe. The only thing my dad did was just smiling and telling the audience that the guerrilla warfare is making the war way more intense that ever. Both sides of my family live in different countries. Specifically, my dad's side lives in the Philippines, and every year in the winter time, we flew out there to visit my grandma Gina and my grandpa Ben. Grandma Gina runs a little shop and knows her stuff well, and Grandpa Ben would tell me good stories about my dad's childhood memories, in which some of them would make my dad roll his eyes and groan, meaning my grandpa is embarrassing my dad. Not only we get to see them, but we always get a chance to see my cousins and hang. I wonder if my grandpa knows the answer about why I'm having nightmares that involves me drowning; however, my grandma would think it's something bad that I ate, and my grandpa would light up a candle and quietly tells a story about a sailor woman who was drowned, which I would get insomnia for about a week. He would joke about it, but then he would wink at me, which left me curious if the story was a fiction or non-fiction.

My mom, Madam Briar Cabello, is one of the most unique names everyone has heard in this town. My family doesn't mind with plain names like Sarah, Jennifer, etc, but we mostly like names that are unique and has a beautiful meaning behind it, like Nadine (meaning hope), Arwen (noble maiden), Eden (place of pleasure, delight), well, you get the idea. Anyways, my mom grew up in California, just like me, and also has a Filipino descendent, mixed in with other ethnicities. Her parents are somewhat strict (well mostly), they grew up in a church and teach hymns in college, in which their teachings gave me an idea to start off a path in either a music career or becoming involved in the church ministry. The main reason they nicknamed her "Madam" because she grew up to be a woman and being respected. She was tall, like supermodel-like tall, her hair is short and black, her skin tone is tan, and she has a better figure than mine. Sure, I'm 17, but I still have a short amount of time to achieve a body like that. She used to modeled back in the day before she met my dad. She looks and walks like a "reyna" (meaning queen), and I remember my grandpa telling me stories that tie into our culture. By how she walks into the room, I immediately believed what my grandfather said.
My mom owns a beauty salon/boutique in the downtown area. Not only she does hair and nails, but she sells a lot of Filipino beauty goods and stuff imported from the Asian continent. If anyone wants to change up their hairstyle or hair color, they know they'll come to Briar Beauty Boutique. I usually work there two or three days a week after school, and sometimes Saturdays. It's not much of a job in my opinion because I love being there. I just do what beauty salon receptionist do and sometimes, I would do the clients' hair and makeup, so technically it's a job. I remember a few times when famous celebrities come in to get their hair done. 

I somehow like being connected to the entertainment industry. People think I'm tall like my mom, but not enough to walk like a queen or a supermodel. She said it will come in time, but let's face it: I am doomed to walk like an athlete for the rest of my life. Everybody convinced me to do modeling, which I once tried, but I would feel like an idiot if I have to fake-smile when I wasn't in a good mood or even walking when I would rather be sitting down. Last year, I was on a dance team from my school, and some of them used to live in my neighborhood. 

I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't intend to find one right now. Honestly, boys are smelly, immature, and so confusing. Sure, they'll call you and say sweet things to you, but they do the exact opposite. They won't respond to your phone calls or text messages, they like to act like a f*ckboy, and their turn-offs were girls who are smarter and/or tougher than them. I would rather be with a guy who could start up a conversation about life, not like the latest trends everyone's talking about and the highlights of either the latest episode of a TV show or the scores from sport games. I would like to be have an opportunity to tell him about anything that comes up in my mind, like the Internet or the existence of Heaven and Hell. I also like to tell him about my dreams, hoping that he won't laugh about it and will understand my fear. I want a man who would bring me on a romantic, yet causal date, like going to a dinner and seeing a movie or go see a play or a concert. I believe any relationship should be well-balanced, without any drama or cheating involved; however, any guy who is smart, good-looking, great thinkers, or if possibly go to the same school as me, I think they're into hiding. I don't look bad, but nobody has seemed to notice yet.

My appearance? Well, I have soft beige skin, dark brown hair, and brown eyes like my parents. My favorite color is pastel pink because I love how the color has given me the aesthetic vibes to my personality. I've got a great smile and pearly white teeth that my dad had to paid a lot of money when I used to have braces when I was 12, but got them off when I entered high school. I enjoyed school and getting good grades most of my time. I have a Apple Macbook, which I bought with my own money, and I used that to do my homework and chat with my online friends that I've met through IMVU. My parents love me, my friends think I'm average, and I mostly love myself as a whole."

As I close my journal after finishing what I wrote, my alarm from my iPhone interrupted the silence. It was already 6:00am, and it's time to get ready for school. Suddenly, I started to feel sleepy, yet very sorry to myself for losing two hours of sleep. I sighed, took a glance at the pillow, put my journal away under the mattress, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower and prepared myself for today.

{ a/n: hey everyone. so, this is the first chapter of a modern "romeo and juliet" tale, with a 1d twist. i took a while to reword and replace some things to make it how i imagined. it's complicated, i know. anyways, i will update as much as i can, depending on work or when i go out. i'm still in process of updating "who is she?", but like what i said, it takes a while. i always get creative / writer's block when it comes to brainstorming. so yeah. hope you enjoy the first chapter! }