(A/N) Sorry for the long wait guys! I've been busy, and this is harder to write than it looks. Thanks for all the ideas guys, but can I ask a favor, for complicated reasons I cannot do a foreign language chapter, so as much as I need ideas those don't really help me a lot! Please R&R, and keep sending ideas! Thnanks to ParodyMaster33 for this idea!
It was six O'clock yet again. Kurda was sitting in his new chair, at this desk in the front of his classroom. He waited as the minutes ticked by, waiting on his class to show up. Sure enough, they did. They came in pairs, with Darren bringing up the rear. After they were all seated at their desks, Kurda rose up slowly.
"Class. Today we will be doing some things with drama." Kurda looked around at his class. "We will be attempting to do some classic literature, with a modern twist."
"What does that mean?" Arrow asked, and everyone else looked confused.
"We will be doing Shakespeare, but instead of reading the lines off the page, we will use improvisation to do our own story." Kurda explained. "We will use the basic plot line and characters, but add our own words and things like that."
They all shrugged, not really caring. "Now we need to assign parts."
"Arra, since you are the only girl you will be Juliet." Kurda said, and Arra glared at him, "You get to pick your own Romeo." He added hastily.
"Larten." She said, and Larten smiled before the pair came and stood in front at the front of the classroom.
"Alright Darren, you are Friar Lawrence." Kurda told him, gesturing him to the front.
"I'm Friar Darren; my name will never be Lawrence." Everyone turned to stare at him. "You really don't want to know."
"Friar Darren then." Kurda said, shaking his head. "Paris, you will be Juliet's father." Paris sighed a long sigh and then came to the front of the room, complaining about having a "murderous daughter who could kick his ass in a fight."
"Seba, you will be Romeo's father." Seba shrugged, got up and went to stand with Larten.
"Arrow you will be Juliet's brother, and Gavner, you and Mika will be Romeo's brothers." Kurda said, and then went on to explain the story of star-crossed lovers whose families wouldn't let them be together, eventually resulting in their deaths.
"All right, let's get started."
They started their "play" with Arra standing over towards Kurda's desk, and Larten standing at the back of the room, with "Juliet's family" scattered in-between them. Darren was standing in the make-shift church (under a paper cross with Kurda's podium.) The play was ready to begin.
"Romeo! Romeo! Where for art though Romeo?" Arra said, staring at Larten and rolling her eyes. Before Larten could answer, Arrow butted in.
"Juliet, let's be serious! Do you really need that idiot? He can't even hold a job!" Arrow yelled, waving his arms dramatically.
"My brother is not an idiot, ummmm, Rodney!" Mika yelled back.
"Yeah, I'm not an idiot, and I'm more than good enough for Juliet!" Larten yelled in agreement.
"Rodney?" Arrow looked confused, but Arra looked livid.
"Lar---Romeo! If you're more than good enough for me, why don't you find someone else?" She yelled at him. Larten looked shocked, and then he realized what he had said.
"Wait Juliet….." He never got to finish his sentence, for Seba's frantic interruption.
"Do not talk to my son like that! He's more than good enough for you!" Seba said, with Mika and Gavner nodding there agreement.
"Oh yeah, old man?" Arrow said back. "I don't appreciate you talking to my sister like that."
"My daughter is more than good enough for your dishonorable son." Paris said his agreement.
"Why don't you prove it?" Gavner yelled for the first time.
Darren, being the wise Friar that he was, came down from his podium. " Now, men and Juliet, lets try to be civilized." He said, everyone turned to him.
"Shut up, friar boy!" Arrow said, and to make his point swung his fist into Darren's, peace-making nose. They all stared at him, slack-jawed, while Darren clutched his face.
"Holy shit dude, you can't hit a friar!" Mika yelled.
"Somebody's going to hell." Gavner said, shaking his head, "Typical of your family though. Attacking innocent friars." All the members of Romeo's clan, shook there head in disappointment.
"You can shut up too!" Arrow yelled at Gavner, grabbing a pencil off the nearest desk and throwing it at Gavner. Kurda watched helpless as the "Montague's" and the "Capulet's" (or cow-pellets as Arrow was calling them), broke out into an all out war.
Paris and Seba were circling each other, like giant cats. Gavner and Mika were tag-teaming Arrow, while Larten and Arra were attempting to break threw the crowd to each other. In a completely sick way, it was almost like the play, two star-crossed lovers destined to not be together because of warring families. It was almost sweet, until his ear almost taken off by a flying chair.
And, then all hell broke loose. Darren had grabbed his giant cross form the ceiling, and he jumped onto Arrow's back, wrapping his arms around the prince's neck. With his right arm he took the paper cross and whacked Arrow with it, as the older man tried to shake him off by running around the room.
"Take that baldy!" Darren yelled, getting Arrow's nose with a well placed swing. Not watching where he was going, Arrow stumbled into Larten, taking all three of them to the ground and squishing Larten to the point that he lost about fifteen pounds.
Arra rushed forward, pulling Arrow, and Darren off of Larten. His eyes were closed. She knelt down next to him, and then turned to the pair cowering away from her. "You killed him!"
Slowly standing up, she took a step towards them, murder written across her face. With a loud shriek, Darren took off running, Arrow only a step behind. Tensing her muscles, Arra took off after them shouting, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"Talk about your crazy ex-girlfriend." Gavner muttered, watching as Arra leapt on Arrow, pinning him to the ground.
"Run Darren, save yourself, little friar!" Arrow yelled, as Arra dragged him backwards.
"Arrow! NOOO!" Darren yelled, watching as his one-time enemy was drug off towards his doom. "You, uhhhh, have my blessing!" And then he took off.
Everyone watched his go, and then turned there attention to Arra getting ready to kill Arrow. "It'll be a lovely funeral," Paris said casually, watching as she pulled on his ears till his face stretched.
"Do you think we should have it on Sunday, or Tuesday?" Gavner asked.
"What about Monday?" Seba questioned.
"I have plans." Mika spoke up, staring at Arra as she threw Arrow to the floor, and stepped on him.
"Oh, then Tuesday sounds good." Paris conceded, then they turned back to watch the action.
Arra had her knees planted in the center of Arrow's back, pinning him to the ground, and looked like she was getting ready to rip his head off, when Larten rose up from the floor, staring at them.
"What are you doing?" Arra stared at him, letting go of Arrow and standing up, walking over to Larten on the floor. Staring daggers at him, she slapped him across the face.
"I aught to kill you for making me think you were dead." And then she walked away, leaving a confused Larten rubbing his face.
"Arra, wai-----!" But Kurda interrupted.
"Before we dig ourselves in any deeper, I have two things to say. Number one, tomorrow, you all have detention, starting at eight after class. Second, get out of here, class is dismissed." Kurda buried his face in his hands as the left; all giving him stunned looks, all except for Darren who was yet to be found.