A Beautiful Stranger (on hold)

Chapter I - The Girl From Royal Oakes Academy

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Chapter 1 - The Girl From Royal Oakes Academy

“Oh, Romeo, my Romeo, where art thou, my Romeo?”

“Oh my darling Juliet. . .”

I yawned at my seat making sure that my eyes don’t shut down, as I keep watching the play in my Literature class. I already seen it like, a hundred times, so no wonder I just find it so boring. Less romantic too.

I yawned again, this time, I received a glare from Brittany, the Drama Club’s president and the school’s biggest drama queen, “Stop your yawning loser,” she sneered.

I glared back at her. “Mind your language, drama girl, or you’ll never get the role of being Juliet,” I shot back hushly.

Mariah just glared at me once more, before rolling her eyes and return back watching the play.

Why, why, why, did I even sign up being in this class? I don’t even like Literature especially the Works of Shakespeare.

Simple answer.

You wanted to follow the footsteps of your decease mother, who used to be a famous broadway singer and actress in Hollywood.

Stupid decision. Bad choice.

My name’s Destiny Riverdale. I was called as such, since my parents said it was ‘destiny’ that both of them meet, in such circumstances that god-knows-what, since they gave me such a lousy excuse everytime I asked.

I was told that before my mother became famous, she works at some acoustic band that plays romantic songs. When my father met my mother, her career immediately change, she was becoming an uprising singer and actress. Yet, she died ten years ago when I was five, in some kind of disease that doctors can’t even explain. My dad says, she was having problems with her diaphragm and it was already too late to be detected once death stole her from us.

I was so sad when she left. I’ll missed her lullaby that she always sang to me every night when she tucked me into sleep. Now, I won’t be able to hear those songs from her anymore. Dad tried replacing that routine by reading me some storybooks, or some of his written scripts with his job. He works as a writer, but mind you, not just an ordinary writer, he’s one famous writer. He writes scripts, plays, song compostions, whatever Hollywood or others wants, he’ll write it for you. My Dad is some sort of legend when it comes in writing while my mother is to singing and acting.

That is what I want to become someday. Both working as a singer slash actress slash writer. Seemingly, I could say goodbye to those dreams of having those career, since I’ve got no talent.

Fat chance, actually, to reach that kind of goal.

I was too caught up with my thoughts that I never realize that the play was already over. Some of my classmates were crying from the death of the two star-crossed lovers, some find it romantic that they sacrifice themselves for the sake of their love for one another.