The mis-adventures of the un-aesthetically depressed teenage girl

A great tragedy

Oh, here we go again another tragedy to read from Shakespeare, jeez when will it get old. My teacher decided to have our English class perform "Romeo and Juliet" and I was suggested to be Juliet. That was  so not happening. I may be all emo like and alone but that does not mean I don't have my voice heard in every class we have. Probably the reason why I'm always called out to be the "honors student" when I myself don't think i am. This is all,of course, based on how dumb my theories could be from time to time on of wondering why I'm so damn lonely.

"Mr. Charles, why are we doing "Romeo and Juliet" out of all the plays about tragedy's there are?" I question,sarcasm dripping from my voice, a clear sign i didn't want to do this.

"Well, why the hell not!" He was so positive and outgoing, I see the glass half empty, he sees it half full. Our different outtakes and views made this class fun with long discussions that made him become my favorite teacher.

"Well I mean it's so cliche and predictable, why can't we spice it up with the 12 Labors of Hercules. Or the Trojan War and it's infamous horse-" I swear if I was not cut off I would have kept babbling ideas and options that weren't Romeo and Juliet. Mr. Charles placed a finger on his thin lip to indicate he wanted to say something important.

"Ella, the reason why we are doing Romeo and Juliet is that one, I said so, two it's the easiest one to prepare and three, all the kids would rather watch this than the story of Christmas." He had a stern yet kiddy look on his gentle pale face, his blue crystal eyes stared into mine with it saying the words "understand".
     
And I did understand... To not give up so easily.

"Okay, but why do I have to be Juliet?" I groaned putting my black hood on my head and pulling the strings as tight as possible, then hitting my head on my desk like a pro. I stayed in this position for at least 5 minutes until someone asked if I was dead and so I gave an answer.

"Yes, I am dead, dead inside to be exact." I then gave the fakest smile in history, it was so cringy that I cringed at myself for having the capability of being able to do it. I then turned my gaze to see Mr.Charles in a very pleasant mood for some reason, even though we may be completely different he found a way to understand me and does it a lot better than the morons who call themselves my friends.  So you could say my English teacher is my friend, wow can life get any sadder. Mr.Charles lips made a somewhat puppy smile that was so tight you could barely see his blue eyes.

"Perfect you are awake! Okay then you need to help us set up a couple of things and here is your script." I also liked him because of his sixth sense of not getting distracted but doing what needed to be done, I gave up like usual and did what he said.

Oh fiiiine. To hell with it! I then went over to Travis, he is a good sight to look at but I'm not head over heels for him and to be honest not really anyone I crushed on, well exclude my teacher and Tom Holland, but I don't interact with people outside of my comfort zone  and that zone is -0. Travis was a very tall guy maybe 6 feet tall, he had darker skin complexion with muscles that girls could dissect for days, he had cute kawaii looking lips and dark brown eyes that were almost black, whenever I look into them they always reminded me of the time when he asked if I was okay when I was crying in the seventh grade at that moment everyone stared at me confused and were whispering things while he  walked over and asked me if I was okay. Ever since then, I talked to him more often and him becoming my friend but ever since I started closing myself up again I kinda feel like we are peers with benefits, well not like that. Enough fangirling. "let's get this shit over with already" I mutter.

"Hey Ell's can you help out with me and highlight every time the word "hate" and "love" was used in this dramatic romance?"

"Umm no that would take me 4 months, no 4 years!" I exaggerated.

"Come on, Lance said he would give me $100 if I do!" 

"Bruh, Lance can't even give me my $1.25 after he bought a pop tart for himself."And everyone knows its true, never trust Lance sometimes, others though he can be a cool dude from what I have observed. 

"Your right, but it has been a while, Ella I feel bad for disappearing on you."

"On who, I should be sorry for dragging you into a time-wasting friendship that did not benefit either of us." How could I spill the beans like that towards someone I barely talked to after middle school? Wow, that's the way I am huh. Oh and if gotta prob with it, go to the doc, this ain't your place.

"Okay sorry for making this weird, I was sent to help someone or help out and since you are the one to the only person I like then I might as well come to check up on you." Shutup! a voice inside me yelled. I did not mean to make it all weird and stuff, expressing how I feel is not my type of thing nor is anything that includes feelings. 

"It was nice to hear that you like me anyways I don't care about what happened before but what will if we don't start working right now." Man wish I was able to bring the mood up easier. But I have to try.

"Now I would give you a dumb giggle but no I'm too emo to even smile." Yup i defiantly need to shut me trap. 

"Booooooooooooo!" Travis was so close to taking the cardboard ready to throw it towards me until my quick reflexes kicked in and dogged the cardboard that would have been a prop for the show but instead just some junk that I curve balled, wow, it feels good to feel alive.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note:

This is another crappy story i have. this is dedicated to my edey/emo friend including me myself. And if u want and somehow like my crappy writing my account is ...............

You might as well find out by yourself.

man is this stuff hard