The Lyrics to Juliet

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

I read these words,and I said "Rubbish" right in the middle of class. Heads turned to me, yet they were ignored. 

"Julia, what is 'rubbish' to you"? my teacher asked.I groaned, seeing as he always tried to get on my good side again, and failing epically. 

"This. This story will never happen in real life. How many times have you seen this happen? How many times has it happened to you?" I replied. "And looking at you, I'm saying none, regardless of your age". I glared him. I didn't mean to be mean; I I spilled out, like there was an alter ego that i had.

The whole class burst out into laugher as Mr. Will held himself, yet he bristled with fury.

"Very well, Julia. I think you should elaborate more on that.I will expect an 800-word essay on my desk on Monday on the 'rubbish' from Romeo and Juliet." he said, apparently satisfied.

I stared back at him, no emotion crossing my face, and Mr.Will didn't see any flicker of regret or anger in my eyes, because his smirk slid right off his face. 

The bell finally rang, and he dismissed us. Everyone ran out and I followed quietly. 

"Miss. Julia? Can you come up here?" Mr.Will said. I groaned once again as I trudged on up to his desk.. "What is wrong?" 

I sighed, and took a deep breath, the way I normally do before I tell someone my story I make up on the spot to hide my real depressing version...

"My mother... she was out driving at night, coming home from a graveyard shift. And... a car with a drunk driver decided to ram into her. She lost control and... she skidded across the street into a house whose owners were on vacation. Then.. the driver came over and took all the money in her pocket. And he left. My mother stayed there the entire time for two whole days... Then the police found her. And we couldn't save her." I sniffed. Even though it wasn't true, I had tears forming in my eyes, because I'll cry at anything...

"Julia... I didn't know... I'm sorry I've been giving you a hard time. I'll knock off the essay, OK?" he said.

I nodded. Then I left. 

That wasn't even the truth. But I've lied before about it: My father getting lost at sea, my mother getting left in a burning house, police chases, and all that, should I say, rubbish. Th truth was that my mother was an alcoholic, my father was abusive, my sister had cancer, and no one paid attention to me... Not that i cared. 

I kept walking, and then i crashed into a wall; or what seemed like a wall. In front of me stood aguy, an inch taller than me, blue eyes, brown hair,and tanned. Florida? Arizona? Whatever. It didn't matter though, because while I was studying him, he was eyeing me, and had a look in his eye. I hated that look; I don't usually get it, but I hate it. 

"Hey, do you have a map, because I keep getting lost in your eyes" he said tome.

I almost cried at that pick-up line. There were so many more pick-ups, and he chose that one.

"I also need a map of the school, I lost mine getting lost in your eyes" he contined.

I didn't know whether he was serious. I just stared at him, waiting for him to say something else.

He noticed me being uncomfortable. "Sorry. I've always wanted to try that line... Hi, I'm Klaus."he extended his hand, and I looked at it coldly. He took it back. "I'm new. I have no idea where I am. Can you help me?"