"Miss Stanley?"
"Huh?" I quickly say, totally not getting it.
Mrs. Cope is staring at me, as if she is expecting something from me. God, what is wrong with people these days? Don't they have enough of their own problems, why cause some more?
"Yes, Mrs. Cope." I roll my eyes, running a hand through my hair.
"What is your opinion on the relationship of Romeo and Juliet while Romeo is sent to exile?"
I scoff, clearly offending her – but seriously. How could she ask such things?
"Mrs. Cope, the answer to this question is perfectly obvious. I mean, really, do you think that Romeo was a good, faithful guy while in…well, God knows where he went?!" I screech in utter horror, scaring the shit out of Mrs. Cope.
"Miss Stanley, I don't –"
"No, Mrs. Cope, I refuse to believe that guys back then were different. I mean, come on, some even hump freakin' tables now, for God's sake! I'm sure they weren't any different then!" I stand up, not caring if there are 10 minutes left to this lesson. As a senior, I'm allowed to leave class whenever I want, so I don't really care if she decides to scream at me on my way out.
"And where do you think you are going?" she says in her high-pitched voice that's supposed to sound scary and superior.
Turning my head around, my beautiful hair shining in the faint sunlight, I answer sweetly, "I'm going to my own version of Romeo who doesn't need to be exiled 'cause it's all legal here. And if Romeo were alive right now, I'd tell him to take notes from me and then try to woo Juliet. 'Cause honestly? My God, that guy sucks at talking to girls!"
I open the door and run into the hallway, knowing that my perfect college boyfriend, Mike Newton, would be waiting for me, as usual; leaning his perfect body against his SUV, waiting for me to get out of my boring classes.