The Way We Judge (NanoWrimo2013) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Ellie Roger:

I groaned out loud in frustration.

The blank piece of paper stared at me in annoyance.

Rubbing my eyes with my hands I picked up the black pen from my desk and put it onto the blank piece of paper, thinking about what I should write my essay on.

There were three options; William Shakespeare and his plays, Harry Kewel and his soccer and Beethoven.

Which one should I pick was all that was running through my mind.

Why give us such controversial options?

William Shakespeare was well known for his 'beautiful' plays, Harry Kewel was world known for being a famous Australian soccer player and Beethoven was a magnificent man who had great talent.

Who would have more to write about than others?

William Shakespeare would have a lot of stuff to write an essay about but would I get lower marks for pointing out how awful Shakespeare's plays really were?

Harry Kewel would be rather boring to write about unless you were some major soccer fan.

Beethoven would be interesting to write about but did I really know that much about him?

I sucked in a deep breath and wrote the best option there on the piece of paper with my running writing.

" William Shakespeare"-

After writing the title I sat the pen down and grabbed my phone from beside the table to answer a text from Alex.

The text said; -Going to a party tonight, girl. Wanna come? I won't drink if you do :)-

I smiled at his text message but frowned because there's no way possible I'd be able to go out at night even if I lied and if I snuck out I'd be grounded for life.

I texted him back sadly.

-Your so cute :) even though you hate me saying that. I can't come to the party though :( there's no way I'd be allowed. Sorry Alex-

Once I had finished typing the text I turned back towards the piece of paper.

I picked my pen up and put it against the paper writing whatever came to my mind.

'William Shakespeare was a famous poet who created the greatest live story of all time; Romeo and Juliet in which was also a great tragedy.

He was born in Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England and was born on the 23rd of April, although it's not certain for sure.

They just say he was born three days before being baptized, in which happened on the 26th of April.'

As I finished the sentence I heard my phone go off, and I smiled.

My hands connected with the phone and I clicked into Alex's text message.

-eww me, cute? You got to be kidding me El. Aww damn! Now I'll have random chicks hanging off me :/ let the fun show begin!-

I laughed and my head it my desk as I did this.

Lifting my head up I texted him back.

-Ugh yuck. Don't let them touch you and don't come to my house drunk later either :P-

I sent the text and looked back towards the paper so I could continue my essay, although I was highly distracted by Alex.

'Lets discus Romeo and Juliet.