Chor Two teenagers, both alike in dignity, well sort of.

In fair Toronto, is where we lay our scene,

Where a current grudge will break to a new mutiny

Where, where! Ahh, I'm no good at this. Okay modern version

Casey and Derek! Ahh, just wait to you see all the crazy crap they go through. Oh, and if you could not already guess, it is based on Shakespeare.

The morning lights shined through Casey's room causing a shadow to appear in the middle of her floor. All the beautiful morning's sounds such as birds chirping could be heard from all over! However, the only sound; probably the most important sound, could not be heard, and that would be Casey's alarm clock!

Casey rolled over on her back and gave out a light yawn. She felt rested, wonderful, and ready to face the day! What time is it? Wait where is my alarm clock? Casey quickly sprang from her bed to find, once again, all her makeup and clothes and other important items were missing. The thing different about this time was Derek, the supposed criminal, had left her one outfit, an outfit of course she would never dream of wearing to school. It was a black pleather mini skirt and hot pink spaghetti strap tank, she had bought this as a joke for Halloween. Casey gave out her usual sigh the contained anger, annoyance, and hatred. She got ready with what she had to get ready with and snuck out the house before her mom or George could see and take sudden interest in her life.

(SCHOOL)

The only good thing about getting to school late she thought was 'At least no one will see me in these ridicules clothes.'

"Looking good there Casey." Said a voice so annoying it would make wood commit suicide. He was giving his usual Derek smirk.

"Derek." She growled then turned around to face the devil himself. Casey tried to keep her composure and posture as she and him neared each other. This of course was thrown to high heaven when they became face to face.

"I swear to God Derek I will kill you if my stuff falls out my locker again."

Derek just shook his head and gave out small chuckle while smirking.

'Is it wrong to get so much pleasure out of tormenting someone?' he thought to himself.

Casey walked up to her locker braced herself for whatever would happen, she did her combination took a deep breath, opened it. She opened her eyes to find nothing except her usual school things. Her sigh of relief was only short lived because afterwards Derek walked past and whispered into her ear "Just wait till you get home Case."

"Derek!" She screamed as she grabbed his arm.

"Hey you kids, what are doing in the halls? You should be in class." Called out one of the teachers.

"Sorry." Replied Casey while letting go of Derek.

She gave the teacher her most sincere and apologetic look.

"No sorry about it, detention for the two of you. Now get to class."

Casey's world came crashing down towards her. Detention, detention, not once in her life had she ever gotten detention! This was all thanks to Derek; in fact, many things that Casey would never dream of happening, happened to her because of him. This was just another thing to add to her list of crap that he has caused her.

"Don't worry I get detention all the time. At least I will be there with you to make it all better." Said Derek while smirking,

"Shut up and walk, we are late to drama class." Answered Casey angrily, the whole time walking Casey would shoot him dirty hateful looks.

Chor Okay I think I got it. After reading what happened above it just popped into my head.

Where civil thoughts could make Casey's civil hands unclean.

And that's where it dies. Till next time.