Beautiful Tragedy

When I was in the sixth grade my English teacher exposed me to Shakespeare and Aristotle. This is also the time when I discovered what tragedy was . I was told by my sixth grade teacher that Tragedy is a fall of a hero or of a great man. As I grew older the depth in Tragedy's meaning flourished in my mind and it was never as simple as what has been explained to me.

In my freshman year of college I became a English major to find the answer to the question I have always been asking. What were to happen if I fell upon a tragedy that was not of a hero or of a great man? Then I met and she was able to, answer that question for me. She was smart and quick tongued .Now I carry her away from the abyss that is the world in my arms. Her body stiff and cold like a doll. This is the tale of our tragedy...