I wake up to A Thousand Years playing on my phone, letting me know it's time to start another long day at West Point High School. As I roll out of bed, I remember what is waiting for me after school and I nearly trip over my charger which is still connected to my phone. After I regain my balance, and my focus, I head over to my closet to try to find something to wear in the bottomless pit that awaited me behind the old closet doors. I finally decide on a pair of ripped acid-washed jeans and a red flannel. I head downstairs to eat breakfast and grab my lunch and as I turn the corner into the dining room,I see Kat already sitting at the counter with my lunch in one hand, and breakfast in the other. "Good morning sleepy head", she says as I take the bowl of strawberries and bananas from her. I give her a hug and say Good morning and eat my fruit without any choking, and follow Kat out the door.
Justin and I only have one class together which is 6th period English with Mrs. Duvall. I'm in all Honors classes except for English. I hate English with a passion. It comes as a surprise to me though since my father is a renowned author.
After having lunch with Kat at our usual spot just outside the doors to the cafeteria, I head straight upstairs to English. Justin sits directly in front of me in the far right hand corner of the classroom right in front of Mrs. Duvall's desk. I walk into the small classroom labeled B207 and sit down. Scrawled on the chalkboard in neat cursive in front of me is written, Romeo and Juliet. Once everybody has taken their seats, Mrs. Duvall tugs on a small black chord dangling from the ceiling, releasing a white screen used to project various types of films on. I here her in the back of the room fiddling with the projector, and finally after many attempts, getting the movie to start.
Did my heart love till now?
Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty til this night.
Romeo's words rang in my ears. Is that it? Am I just a hopeless romantic in love with the idea of being in love? Am I waiting for my Rosalind who will never come? Is there a Romeo somewhere out there for me that I am too blind to see because of my feelings for someone else? I began to wonder if everyone is right, should I just... Let go?
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Don't Let Go
Romance"Justin, like the sun, followed his own path, his own course in life and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt as if I were a bird, following the path of the sun, needing its warmth in order to survive, utterly willing to follow wherever it...
