What’s Up, Juliet?
| Prologue |
My script rest gently on my lap, as I waited for my name to be called. My school is performing the famous play: Romeo and Juliet, the play that fifty students signed up to be in. The waiting was too excruciating to bear. Then, at last they say my name.
“Simone Choudhry”, yelled the director.
I squealed as I ran on stage, nearly falling down the steps, standing in center stage. The director rubbed his temples as he sighed tiredly.
“Act 1, Scene 5, Page 7, start when you’re ready”, He demanded.
I took a deep breath as I started reading my lines.
“Come over here, nurse. Who is that gentleman”, I requested.
“He is the son and heir of old Tiberio”, the director answered.
“Who’s the one who’s going out the door right now”, I requested.
“Well, that one, I think, is young Petruchio”, the director answered.
“Who’s the one following over there, the one who wouldn’t dance”, I requested.
“I don’t know his name”, the director answered.
“Go ask. If he’s married, I think I’ll die rather than marry anyone else”, I whimpered.
“His name is Romeo. He’s a Montague. He’s the only son of your worst enemy”, the director exclaimed.
“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late. Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy”, I whispered angrily.
“What’s this? What’s this”, the director questioned.
“Just a rhyme I learned from somebody I danced with at the party”, I answered sadly.
“Juliet”, the co-director yelled.
“Right away, right away. Come, let’s go. The strangers are all gone”, the director stated.
Applauds filled the room and the directors whispered something to each other. I give them my best bow.
“That was amazing”, the co-director declared.
“You can go now,” the director said with a frown.
I smiled as I pranced off stage, surely proud of my acting skills. I always wanted to be actress on Broadway or in Hollywood with millions of fans. My thoughts were interrupted by a door being slammed open. Standing in the doorway was Kyle Henderson aka the Emo king of Oakland High. He was the kind of emo that always had snarky comment for everything. He walked right into my shoulder and then smirked at me.
“Watch where you’re going, Henderson”, I barked.
“Same to you, Choudhry”, he barked back.
I rolled my eyes and began to walked toward the exit, when the demon’s voice made me turn around.
“What did you say, freak”, I asked.
“I called you a preppie. You know one of those preps that follow the popular kids like puppies”, he replied.
“I don’t follow no one, got that weirdo”, I snapped.
“Whatever you say, preppie”, he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and walked out the auditorium’s doors.
He such an asswipe.
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