About: Your wish has come true the lesd role in the school production of Romeo and Juliet. Trouble is Romeo's the one guy in the world you'd like to see dead. But this is your dream and you're not going to let anything stand in your way. Not even falling in love... ~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~• Hello I'm tg or trouble or whatever u want to call me. I'm gonna start writing a story called 'Star-Crossed Romeo and Juliet' I think u already know some about it.You see that writing above this ^^ if your wondering "is that the story?" no its just an openining to make u exited about the story I hope u did. I'm gonna start wrinting the story tommorow or maybe today so I hope you'll be there to read it . There are only 18 chapters I'm gonna update once a week but doen't mean that the story will be finish in 18 weeks no there are parts in every chapter so...I'll be writting 1 part in every single week so that makes it more longer and exciting. I'm gonna walk people when I update just let me know. ~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•~~~•
"If the lesson doesn't end soon, I will be forced to jump out of the window to see if I could fly for my own amusement..." You slide down to your seat even further than typical Monday-Morning estate: falling asleep in the cosy atmosphere of the English room, listening listening to your teacher in that annoying way that she does when she's going on about some great work of English literature or something, written by someone important. Not that you care. A turn of your head makes you look at the clock. 10:15am you sigh and grab your bag from under the desk, shoving the books back into it that you haven't bothered to write in. Miss Phillips is still trying to mutter on in her tiny voice above the noise the class is making. You feel a stab of pity for your short, wiry teacher as she tries to regain the grumbling class's attention."C-c-class Hello?" Miss Phillips does a small jump, waving her hand at some guys which ignores her completely. "H-h-hello? Can I talk to you for a moment p-p-please?" You lean against your chair, putting in the earphones of your MP3 player. You really don't care what she is going to say and star to zone out. You don't see the point of English you can speak it...so what's the point wasting three hours a week on a language you already speak? You don't get it. Miss Phillips stammers on, pushing her giant, round glasses back up her nose, and running a hand through her thin brown hair. 'God she needs a makeover' you think. "So class h-here is what I'm going to say, the English department have decided for the first time in t-t-ten years, we are going to do a Christmas play." You pull out one of your earphones. A play 'Now that's more like it'...You listen to her with new interest. The play will be Romeo and Juliet. The class groans. But you are elated. Romeo and Juliet is one of your secret obsession. When you were still small enough to be read a story from your parents at night, your mum would bring out a thick ancient book about Shakespeare's play, and read you extracts until you fell asleep. She always knew that your favorite is Romeo and Juliet, you didn't understand the language until you were older, but you recite each play of the age of six. Ever since you were little, all you have wanted to do was act. You have known all your life that you were born to be an actress. Now you have a chance to prove yourself. A small smile creeps up on your face. You can do it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Star Crossed Romeo and Juliet Chapter 1 part 1 Hope you enjoyed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Star Crossed Romeo & Juliet Chapter 1 Part 2 ? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "M-m-mrs Walker and I will be holding audition next Tuesday. I hope to see some of you there...?"she trails off. Most of the class already left. She looks dissapointed. As a rule, you never speak to the reacher unless you have to, but now its time to make an exeption. The room is empty. You walk over to the English teacher. She looks up and gives you a distracting smile. "I'll be there," you say confidently. She smiles, the happiness in her eyes magnified a hundred time because of those massive glasses. "Yeah," you say shrugging. "Drama is what I do. I'll be there." You start to walk away, but you changed your mind, and turned to her at the door. "But that doesn't mean I like to study Shakespeare. I just like the particular play." You leave the classroom with a smile on your face. A new challenge. You like challenges. When you get out of the room, you blink in the bright sunlight. Rueben is stood waiting for you, as always, his breath rising from the cold October air. He smile as you saunter up to him, your tattered jeans dragging along the ground, your long black coat that you always wear, your straight dark hair in two plaited and a faded green bag slung over to your left shoulder. He smirk, his brown hair falling into his eyes. "Talking to teachers? I thought that was against the rules?" You give him a playful hit on the shoulder as the two of you walk along. "Rules are made to be broken." "Even your rules, Ms Aderson?" "Yes Mr Lucan. Sometimes there is an exception to the rule, and that would be today." "What's the special occasion?" He looks at you with feingned apprehension in his deep green eyes. "Are you actually starting to like English no? Or did you decide to tell Miss Phillips that her taste in clothes is appalling and that she should have a chat with a Fashion Police before she even THINKS about buying another smock?" You look at your best friend strolling beside you, and smile. In all the years you have known him, he's always been the same: witty to the verge of sarcastic, easy-going, caring, almost perfect. You are tall for your age, but he's taller than you. You can remember growing up with him and being so much taller than him, when you could climb trees and build dens together, just the two of you, for hours and end without a care in the world. You smile st the thought of it. That was before hormones kicked in and you realize that Rueben was a boy, and that you liked boys...which was about the time Rueben discovered that he did too. 'Its a shame he's gay, you think. Or I would be with him in a second. He notices you smiling and puuls you into him, his arm slung around your shoulder. "Come on, pet, tell me why you stayed for a chinwag with little Miss-Stuck-in-the-1960's." You tilt your head up to look him straight in the eye. Your own bright green eyes sparkle with exciment. "There's gonna be a play," you announce in a low voice, a half-smile playing on your lips. "A real play. One that's gonna make my family notice me for once..." Your eyes, narrowed in determination, one eyebrow arched, search his. "A challenge." Rueben smiles at you, messes up your hair a winks. "That's my girl make me proud." You smile back. Rueben stops walking and turns in the direction of the cafeteria. "I'm going to the vendors. I know that you can just about stand it. But I need a sugar rush to get through my own English class. You coming with or straight to maths?" "I'm gonna go to maths," You decided. You aren't feeling to hungry, and the maths blocks is ages away. "See you later yeah?" Rueben waves and wonder off to the cafeteria. You start to walk down to maths, feeling exitiment bubbles inside you. You know that this is a challenge that you could accomplish. 'Okay' you think. 'There are a few people who could get Juliet. There's Misha Reeves, obviously...Kym Kaylio...Laura Murphy,too...who else? Your thoughts are interrupted by someone appearing by your side. "You look deep in thought Jen. Is it because you're trying to think what are you gonna wear when you come out with me to Mercury on Friday night?" Inwardy, you groan. The person is Steve Watts: the pretentious Year Twelve student, part-time stalker and full-time prat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wanna know who is Steve Watts? Find out next week Hoped you enjoyed... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Star Crossed Romeo and Juliet Chapter 1 Part 3? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A prat like most of the guys in the school - Year Twelve or not. Where ever you are, whatever yore doing, he turns up and pester you for a date. He just won't leave you alone. Every time he comes over it makes you cringe. Its not that his bad looking, in fact, he's quite good looking, but he just thinks that his Gods gift, and that I would melt to the floor as soon as he walks in and talks to me. No way! Steve is tall muscular with great smile, and he is a smooth talker. When he turns on his charms, girls will do what ever he asks. When he gets bored, which is about a week later, he moves on to the next one. The stupid thing is, girls still go for him. It makes you so mad he uses people like that, and every time he talks to you, you want to gag. This boy is all about the chase. Unfortunately, you are the one being chased at the present. You sign and speed up. "I'm actually thinking about what I'm going to where when I stay home without you in Friday night. I told you that I'm not going out with you, not this Friday, the next Friday, or any other Friday as long as I live." He laughs, easily keeping up with your fast pace because of his long legs. "You're just teasing me. I know that you want to come out with me. I mean who doesn't? You don't need to worry about getting into a club - I've got a job there, I can get you in. You've got no excuse, so don't drag this out - just say yes." You click you tongue with irritation and stop suddenly. He stops too, grinning, thinking that this is just a game. It makes you even angrier. "Look - why can't you get that I don't wanna spend five minutes with you, let alone a whole evening, and that I am saying no because I mean no? So no, I'm not gonna say yes, 'cause I already said NO! Just leave it, OKAY?! Steve looks at you with a confused expression for a second, then it clears. "Okay," he says. "Whatever." You sign with relief. Thank the lord I got through that thick skull of his. "Thanks and sorry." "Oh don't be sorry," he says, with a glint in his eyes. "We are right for each other. You'll see that soon enough. And I'm not going to give up. One Friday you are gonna come out with me. I don't doudt it. See you tommorow, Jen." With that, Steve turns around and strides off to the Year Tweleve are, leaving you angry enough to tear out your hair. You feel like your Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and that Steve is the muscled moron Gaston. What is wrong with him?! You head off to maths, silently roaring with rage. When you reach the room, you sit in you seat and open a book. You've never been so pleased to algebraic equations. At the moment, anything is better than dwelling on Steve Watts and his inflated ego. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hoped you enjoyed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Star crossed Romeo & Juliet Chapter 1 Part 4 Last Part!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Its Tuesday. You're standing with a group of others nervous Year eleven girls offstage, waiting to audition for the part of Juliet. You look around at the other hopefuls, at their slightly pale faces and sweating palms - you can practically hear their racing pulse echoing. But you are calm. You smile. Your palms are dry, pulse normal, and the soliloquy you have memorized is as fresh in your mind as if you had just thought of it yourself. Excitement washes over you as the previous girl finishes her small scene, and walk off the stage. "Jen? Jen Anderson?" Miss Phillips calls your name, and you brush past the others and on the bright lights of the stage. You don't blink in the sudden exposure to light; you confidently walk straight into the middle of the stage and stand expressionless, waiting for one of the English teacher to speak. Mrs Walker leans forward in her chair, her clipboard on knee, pen in hand. "So, Jen, what have you prepared for us?" You give a small smile and walk forward, handing a photocopy of your passage to Miss Phillips. "Act three, scene Two: Juliet's soliloquy." You walk back to center stage, and take a deep breath. You look up, and suddenly feel the emotion of one of the most legendary martyrs for love in history floiw through your veins. Everything else in this moment becomes a distant memory, a different life. You are Juliet all those hundreds of year ago; telling yourself how lucky you are, how in love you are, and how much your Romeo loves you. Their powerful emotions wash ever you. You start to speak. "Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds," You're wanting the night to come faster, faster. "Toward Phoebus' lodging; such a wagoner, As Phathon would whip you to the west," Praying to the gods to help you in your lust. "And bring in cloudy night immediately." Making sure he finds you in secret, making sure he is unseen. "Spread thy close curtain, love performing night," So that no one knows tonight's the night you'll go all the way. "That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen..." Let no one know, let our bodies be one, let us be alone tonight... As Juliet begs for the day to be over and her night with Romeo to arrive, your voice is both soft and urgent. The words of Shakespeare flow off your tounge as if they have come out straight from a heart full of love and urgency it could burst. As you carry on reciting your piece, the girls rehearsing their lines in whisper in the wings stand still in an amazed silence, staring at you with mixture of jealousy and awe. The people hanging around the back of the stop talking. Miss Phillips and Mrs Walker look like all there dreams have come true at once. You carry on with your passage, oblivious to everyone's reaction, so involved on your role that nothing else matters. You come to the closing lines of your audition. "And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks But Romeo name speaks heavenly eloquence." The room is silent. You come put of character, and stand under the lights that suddenly feel to bright. You look over at Miss Phillips. A single tear trickles down her pale cheek. Mrs Walker is stunned still. Everyone, in fact, has frozen. Its so quiet you almost think you have gone deaf. Then Miss Phillips begins to applaud. A slow, deliberate, praising applause. Mrs Walker joins in. And so does the rest of the cast. You hear Rueben's celebratory whistle over ringing claps, and your face breaks into a large smile. Cheers sound out, and Mrs Walker steps up on the stage. She hold out her hand for you to shaske. " Congratulations," she whisper in your ear. "Well done Juliet." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry for late update! Hoped you enjoyed! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~