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.

Juliet is a girl from Capulat and Romeo is a boy from Montague is is suppose to be in love with this girl named Rosaline.

Romeo decides to go to a capulat party one day because his friend Mercrucio is a dancer at the party.

It is there where he meets Juliet, claiming it was love at first sight.

Really, really?

Love at first sight?

Moments beforehand he was in love with Rosaline the claiming his love for Juliet, um, yep cause that makes total sense.

After meeting Juliet he finds her and talks to her while she's on her balcony and that's where they declare that they get married the next day.

There's a problem though. 

Her mum asked this guy named Paris to marry her.

Paris was a guy who was very up himself and wanted to marry Juliet despite her protests.

After this Romeo goes to the Reverend so that he can marry them, and after convincing he ends up agreeing.'

When I finished my sentence I stretched my arms and heard my fingers crack.

I grabbed my phone again and checked for a text from Alex to see the number two pop up on my screen.

Clicking into it I saw they both were from Alex.

A smile formed on my face again and I read over the text, sitting my pen dons and feeling it roll slightly down.

-Me come to your house drunk? Pfft, never. Also there will be no girls,promise-

I typed back a reply quickly hearing my mums shuffling feet.

-gotta go. Mums coming, sorry. I'll talk to you later Alex. See ya :(-

When I finished with the text I brought my pen to the paper and rapidly began writing again.

'Later he is caught in a fight with a capulat and ends up killing one because he killed Mercrutcio.'

He then gets sent away to this faraway place where he has no contact with the outside world other than in the form of letter writing.

Juliet sends him a letter explaining what she was going to do before the wedding of her and Paris because she wanted to be with Romeo.

The letter never gets to him and when he hears about Juliet and Paris' wedding he risks everything to come find her, finding out that she was apparently dead, although it was part of her plan that he never found out about.

Mums sweetening voice cut me off from what I was writing and I turned my head slightly to meet my mums smiling face, her light blue eyes shining and her black hair was curled, reaching her shoulders.

"How's the English assignment going sweety? Dinner is ready for when you've finished it. Love you honey." My mum said turning around and leaving my room.

I groaned in frustration and at the thought of food and my stomach growled.

I turned back to my assignment that was due until next week but my mum and dad were forcing me to do it all now.

My Len began scrawling words onto the paper again.

'After seeing Juliet dead he went to get some poison off someone to be with her in the land of heaven.

He found her in this casket where she was sleeping.

Romeos thought she was dead and drank the poison, only after did her realize that Juliet was actually alive and he died in her arms.

She then shot herself in the head to be with him.

Cliche much?

She met this guy what, less than a week ago and she's prepared to kill herself for him and he's prepared to kill himself for her, um what?

It makes total sense.

Now I know what I'm saying is controversial but really you can't tell me that what I'm Saying isn't true.

Maybe it's part of the reason people like it so much but to me it's stupid.

William Shakespeare is a wonderful poet, but he has so much more potential hidden up his sleeve.

I sucked in a deep breath and sat my own down and got up, pushing the black, spinning chair in underneath my wooden desk that was set up neatly with papers piled up neatly alongside each other.

When I got to my white door I opened it and walked through the hall to get to the kitchen where the rest if my family sat eating their dinner at the wooden table.

It looked as though we were having vegetables, chips and chicken schnitzels.

Yum.

I pulled one of the chairs out that was sitting next to my dad and sat down.

"I've finished my English assignment."

"Good girl." My dad said scratching his pointy chin.

"Yeah." I replied back grabbing the small fork and I poked at my chips that had no tomato sauce in the due to the fact that there wasn't any on the table.

I put my fork in my mouth and chewed the chip until it was swallowed and I licked my lips, grabbing another one with my fork.

Once I had finished dinner I grabbed the dirty plates off my mum and dad, walking into the kart of the kitchen that had the silver sink.

I lent them in the sink and turned the hit water tap on, grabbing a scrubbing brush from the cupboard underneath the sink.

The brush scrubbed up and down slowly cleaning the food off if it.

Once I was done with the dishes I grabbed the tea towel from the bench and wrapped the tea towel around the wet plates, scrubbing them dry,

I felt my glasses slide halfway down my nose and my finger touched the buttom of them and pushed the back up so I could see perfectly once again.

I wished I didn't wear glasses.

I could wear contact but my Karens wouldn't allow it by saying my eyes needed to be hidden.

Hidden, yep just what I wanted.

I licked my lips with my tongue and made my way back to my bedroom and grabbed my phone that had a new message.

-alright. Goodnight baby. Have sweet dreams for when you go to bed :)- 

I typed a quick reply back to him.

-nighty, night. Have fun with your party and I will :)-

I sat my phone next to my side table that had a green lamp.

Before turning my whole phone off I checked the time and saw that it was nine o'clock.

I decided that I'd go to bed a bit earlier tonight so that I wouldn't be tired for school tomorrow and stripped my school clothes off and went over towards the opposite side of my room where my pajamas draw was that was painted green, like my lamp.

I pulled the draw out and grabbed black silk pants that had a purple flower and the side and I also grabbed out a purple singlet that showed off more skin than I would ever be allowed to in public.

Sometimes I really did wish I could show off a bit more.

Maybe impress Alex with now skinny my body actually was.

If only.