PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT. THAT IS WHAT I ASKED SANTA CLAUS FOR. Sorry it is so short i'll try to upload soon. Enjoy.
"Fine." I stomp and groan. "So are you inviting Miss Roger to come with us? A slight blush creeps on his face. He nods his head looking at the ground.
"Fine I'll be good." I lie. "When are we leaving to this suppose vacation."
" We're leaving today after you finish school." we start walking back into miss roger's office.
"Oh. You should totally invite Miss Roger to come with us to the dinner. I would love and be even more obedient." I say pouting. He nods. "Yey she is so totally is going to be the best auntie ever. Just like Abigail but I don't have to pretend not to like her." I sang.
"I'm not getting married to miss Roger. We haven't even dated." he shakes his head his cheeks rosy red. "You have to go shopping for suitable clothing. We are going to be spending most of these weeks in the castle with king." I take a large breath "What's wrong?"
" I just remembered we can't leave today I have a date. So can we leave tomorrow? Please."
" Okay but you still have to go shopping after school."
" Okay. Hey Miss Roger are you going to the kings dinner." she nods. "Great you can sit next to us." I say happily. She smiles. "Well I have to go because o still has class to be in." I speed walk out the room almost tripping at the doorway. Those stupid elves really don't like me. They are always tripping me. I go to my room to find flames there with Shelly.
"Hey sorry I took so long. Shelly you'll be leaving tomorrow. But until then you have to stay with us. You'll get your clothing at night. Okay." They nod. "Okay I have to go. Are you going to class or are you going to stay with her."
" I'll stay with her." Flames says. I nod then head of o drama class.
"Well glad of you to join us. Since you decide this class isn't important why don't you grab a book and act out a Shakespeare play with me. We are doing Romeo and Juliet. "I groan. Oh I don't like Romeo and Juliet themselves. I don't mind the plot it is cute and I love the way it is written but it them I hate. Romeo to me is a wimp and Juliet is dumb as hell. Who would kill them self for some guy, that she meet what like days before. There is no such thing as love at first sight. I thought to myself. 'You don't believe in love at first sight.' what the hobo. I look at Mr. Marcelo he is really go at this because he looks as if he were waiting for me to do something. Why do you feel the need to repeat that in question form? And no I don't believe in it. What part are we on. 'We're on their first meeting.' I mentally groan. Really those dumb hobos. How old are they, you may ask. Juliet it is 13 and Romeo is 16. They are too young to be thinking about love. Also Juliet is just to mature for Romeo. At this MR. Marcelo raises his raven colored eye brow. I grin at his questioning look. Then I think. How old are you Mr. Marcelo you look about 23. 'I am 230 years'
"HOLY BANANAS TWO THIRY." I yell. The class stare at me with this looks that says your insane. "Opps my clock is wrong I thought it was almost time to leave to my next class. Okay I'm going to start reading now." I open the book to the scene I was told we are reading. I can hear his deep laughter echoing through my head. Let just get this over with. Start already you mean killjoy. I don't even look at him and I know he is irritated by the sounds he is making.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." He says holding and kissing my hand.. He seems to have become a whole different person. His eyes shine with joy. He actually looks sort of happy for a change. He has also stop reading from the book and has it shut.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." I recite from memory. I am too afraid to let anyone know I have memorized the whole play. Putting all I've got into it making it seem as if we really were Romeo and Juliet, although he really wouldn't be my Romeo. I forget my fear of embarrassment and close my book as well.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" We seem to have forgotten the world. As if I was not myself. Like I feel when I'm drawing or painting.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." By now we have come back to reality. I hear everyone chanting "Kiss." A mischievous smile spreads on my face. I notice he also has this devilishly grin spreading wide on his face. Then his arms are bringing me closer to his body. I gulp down. I know this is fake but the way he is looking at me is making me think he isn't acting. His eyes change, they are usually light brown but now they are dark brown. I hear people around us gasp then aww. They didn't think we would do this. Our faces are getting closer. We are so close that I can feel his hot breath and smell him. He smells like honeysuckle my favorite flower although they aren't the most beautiful flower in the world. Just about when he was to kiss me he recites his lines, making everyone groan.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged."
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again." They know nothing is going to happen so we just finish off the scene.
"You kiss by the book." I was still in his arms, but the clapping of the class and an extra person made me jump away.
"Bravo, Bravo. That was absolutely fabulous." A short, pixie like man says. I think he is the other drama teacher. "You." He points at me. "Are one talented actress. Do you want to join the school play. We need more people."
"No." I hear someone exhale.
"Oh come on. Don't waste your talent. Please join." He is giving me the puppy look. Oh he's good.
"Fine."I gave in. He screeches like a teenage girl.
"Great we have rehearsal all the rest of the week." I suck in a breath.
"I can't I'm leaving tomorrow to see the great king." He looks at me then at Mr. Marcelo.
"She doesn't take well to people with more power is my guess." Mr. Marcelo guesses.
"I would prefer to be here than go meet him."
"But he is the king. Not many people get to see him. You should be honored to meet him."
"Honored. The king can kiss my culo for all I care." I hear Mr. Marcelo burst out laughing. What is his problem. I look at him he is looking at me like he knows something I don't.
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