ok so this is an assignment for my English class we are reading Hamlet and had to choose between two assignments and i chose this one. i thought i might as well post if here ya know lol this is my version of what Ophelia might have been thinking if they were in Modern Times.

Act 2 Considerations

Modernize the "mad scene" between Ophelia and Hamlet. Write as a script or first person narrative (Ophelia).

When I woke up this morning I knew today wouldn't be a good day, simply because of what had happened the day before. My dad has forbidden me from seeing the love of my life, saying that I wasn't good enough for Hamlet. He ordered me to write Hamlet a note to tell him I didn't love him and not to talk to me again. So I did what he wanted, I had no choice, dad can be extremely bossy when he wants.

As Hamlets fathers' funeral was just recent we are still staying at their home. It is a mansion so there is more than enough room for everyone. So I thought it would be easy enough to avoid Hamlet and my own guilt.

I certainly wasn't expecting Hamlet to be waiting at the door to my room as I was returning from my shopping trip. But there he was, and what a sight he was too. He looked so different, so sick.

I was unsure what to do, should I ignore him (that is certainly what my father would want) or do I invite him in, to ask if he is alright? Before I could even begin to wonder what to do, he grabs my arm and I drop my shopping bags. He does nothing I expect and precedes to stare at me, making me nervous and twitchy.

I take this opportunity to properly examine him. His hair, always in perfect arrangement, is uncombed and unwashed. His skin is white as a ghost and he is breathing irregularly. His clothes are so different I barely recognized him at first. His clean dress clothes are replaced with a pair of old faded jeans, I was unaware he even owned. His shirt is loose and stained and in the hand not holding my arm hangs a ratty old sweater. Last of all, his expression, usually so lively, is vacant.

If I thought he was only trying to get my attention before, I definitely don't believe that anymore.

Just when I think he is going to finally speak, he lets go and walks away, leaving me more confused and guilty than ever before.

I turn on my heel, leaving my shopping on the floor outside my door. I need to speak with my father.

Soo i know this is short but i thought i would share. i hope you liked this. please review!