Forever Immortal

Chapter 28: Forever Questionable

Ms. Powell could put a dead man to sleep. Her voice was so annoying. The year was only half way over and I was so sick of hearing her voice. I had my head on my desk and she kept stressing the importance of reading this book. I have no idea why teachers go so damn passionate about ready Shakespeare work, but I can person tell you the man wasn't that great. I have read just about even thing the man has ever written. I admit some stories or plays that he wrote for very interesting. But the great writer that everyone claimed he was, wasn't all that it cracked up to be. Now what does a fifteen year old kid knows about Shakespeare?  Well I can tell you that spending the summers with my grandparents, you kind of found things to do. My mom had a lot of his books and poems in her all room and their house.  From what Grandpa says, mom read a lot when she was my age.  Being a vampire your brain tends not only hold information but can return very quickly. It only took me a few  weeks to read everything he wrote. To the man tried way too hard to be profound. At times he was saying things just to say them.  I did find his tragedies such at Othello, Titus Andronicus to be really tragic.  Those were two favorite of all.  I knew alot about all this tragedies really. I just didn't find Shakespeare as great as everyone else. Which was a debatable subject.

I looked over at Jazz who looked to be struggling to keep track of what was going on. Ms. Powell had picked Julius Caesar a few weeks ago for us to read.  I knew every single line of the play. Which way I only pretended to read along in class. Most of time when she was talking I was testing how far away someone has to bed for me to hear what they are thinking. So far I had got up eight miles away.

 

"You see often times in life. Things happens right up under our noses and we just don't see it.  It's always those we choose to keep close to us, that hurt us the most. Just like in Julius Caesar. He trusted his best friend, and he died trusting him.  We have to open our eyes and see what's in front of us. Something the truth could be staring us in the face, and we don't eve know it."  I turned my head looked at Sophia. Like everyone else in the class she was struggling with the book. Which gave me to chance to ask her if she wanted to go over notes and what we read in class with her.  

 

"If anything Shakespeare teaches there is darkness in the world. And in all of us. That our mind are weak and vulnerable  to anything. It isn't tell we open our eyes and really see what is there, to grasp what is going on. Normally by the time we put all the pieces together it's too late. And we will found just what's when you refuse to see what's in front of you." Just the bell saved my dying soul her voice.  I had rather watch paint then to be in the class.  "Okay glass I want everyone to read the next act and write a two page paper on what you read. And what you think will happen next. No double space."

 

"Sophia." I called out her name and she looked at me.  The burning question on my brain now was if she was my girl friend or not. I spent a lot of time with her just like I did with my own friends. Both the words were never spoken. The only down side this way that she got a lot of the crap I got on daily bases of people making of her. It ever seemed to bother her, but it did bother me.  

 

"Please tell me you understand what just what the hell is going on in the books." I smiled as she waved the book around.  "It's like they are talking and different language."

"Well I guess you can say that. Their speaking in old english, that's how it was written. Not too many people can translate what they are saying. All you have to do is break down each part and say what you think it means." I opened the book and pointed to the bottom of the page. "See  the book even shows you some of what they are saying."