Disclaimer: Don't own anything, like I said every other time… do I still
have to write these? Or is it just the first chapter? Well, someone tell
me in a review. * PLEASE REVIEW!! * Anyways, don't own Shakespeare's
plays or sonnets.
A/N: THANK YOU GRACIE!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
Oh, and I made a boo-boo. Sorry. Tutoring with Trevor is third period, not second. Sorry. Messed up.
April 28th, 1999, At home, Midnight.
I had a wonderful time tonight at club skunk! My favorite group was there, and Kat and I were dancing right next to the stage like groundlings, not caring what other people thought, just happy to be there…(oh to be even a groundling, standing, watching William perform…). Suddenly, Kat stopped dancing and we broke the spell we had danced into. "I need Agua!" She gasped, and I nodded for one too, then forcing myself back into the enchantment of the music. The really odd thing was, for those brief times when I dance, I don't think about William. I think about the rhythm, the movements, and the lyrics…and then only for a moment William. Oh, I love him…but still…"A bird may love a fish, but where would they live?"
The song ended, and I snapped back into reality with the shout of a man "-Sexy."
I laughed and turned around to see who shouted. You won't believe me!
Patrick Verona.
To Kat. Katarina Stratford.
Truly Unbelievable.
My story was working! Two people, don't like each other, fall in love at a dance. It's even in a place that Kat likes! That he wouldn't (at least, he doesn't look like someone that would) normally come. Ah, star crossed lovers. This is sooooo unreal, like a dream!
-Mandella
May 1st, 1999, At home, after talking on phone, 3:30 p.m.
Kat went to bogey's party! Can you believe for whom? Her sister, the Will-hater.
I, on the other hand, watched Two Gentlemen of Verona on TV Twice. I called her today." So Kat, what happened yesterday night?" I couldn't understand her very well, her words strung together.
Eventually, I made out "I hate Patrick…" I smiled, and she mumbled. "Good night. Too tired to talk…" Then the phone dropped or something, for I heard a loud bang and then the line died.
William help! What went wrong? Oh, it was going so perfectly!
-Mandella
After thought: Maybe this isn't so bad…after all, Romeo and Juliet DO die in the
end…and absolutely nothing, or no one could ever make me wish that on Kat!
May 3rd, 1999, Monday afternoon, between periods, locker break
Oh My Gosh.
I am numb. Words have left me.
May 3rd, 1999, Monday afternoon, whatever class this is, can't remember
Still numb. But words have returned.
If journals could dream, you would understand this. I am in an in between time, before waking, but I am not dreaming. I know what surrounds me, but the senses are gone. IT'S GREAT! I thought things like this aren't supposed to happen to people like me. I am in bliss.
It begins with me at my locker, and me wondering if everything was worth William. I went so far as to get a scarf and tie it around my neck. I attached it to my locker, as one would tie a tooth to a doorknob. When I shut my locker, the scarf would snap, and tighten around my throat. I wouldn't have enough oxygen to try to remember and unlock my locker, and save myself. I looked at my pictures of William, and smiled. I thought of my "anorexia", and my "wrist slitting." I untied the scarf. As I did, this guy started walking towards me. I recognized him from my English class. Michael Something-or-other. From a distance, he waved at me. As he neared, his friendly expression changed to one of sarcasm and concern. Must have been the scarf.
"Hey there," he smiled at me, "tired of breathing?" It wasn't very funny, but I took off my scarf and shoved it into my purse. "Cool pictures." He commented, looking at my 172-no, 173- pictures of William. He gestured towards one." What's the collar for, to keep him from licking his stitches?"
If looks could kill…he would have envied Hamlet. His blue-gray eyes danced from my glare to the pictures. He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Kidding, Kidding!" He's smarter than the Sophomore English teacher is is. "I know you're a fan. I've…seen you in English."
I gently touched one of the Williams cheek. For a second, reality blurred, and I caught my breath. "More than a fan…we're involved."
My dreamland snapped away when he looked away from me and began to quote: "Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart-"
I broke in, happily. "Courage to make's love know?" I was stunned at his…thoughtfulness.
Then he adds, "Macbeth-right?"
It's so great to feel appreciated! I grinned like a fool. "Right."
Then Michael leaned closer to me. He told me, "So listen, I have this friend…and he likes your friend…" he then explained that-
THE BELL! Will continue later!
-Mandella
May 3rd, 1999, last period
I'm done with my test, and I have some extra time, so I'm continuing my earlier writings of Michael. See it eventually sorts out to a few facts, along with much flirting by both parties:
Kat got drunker than I thought
Kat's sister can't date till Kat does. (There was a reason I wasn't told this…right?)
Cameron, Michael's friend, falls for Bianca.
Eventually, Bianca falls for him in return.
(Stupid girl I was…I swore not to tell this…) Patrick is supplying the date.
That's sweet, I thought at that point. Patrick loves Kat, Bianca loves Cameron,
everything is well…until I heard the rest.
Patrick is being paid to go out with Kat.
And once again, I thought of Bianca and Cameron practicing French. Ahh,
Young love. It would be horrible of me to tell Kat and to break them up.
But then again, how awful of me not to tell Kat and have Patrick eventually break her heart.
-Mandella
A/N: THANK YOU GRACIE!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
Oh, and I made a boo-boo. Sorry. Tutoring with Trevor is third period, not second. Sorry. Messed up.
April 28th, 1999, At home, Midnight.
I had a wonderful time tonight at club skunk! My favorite group was there, and Kat and I were dancing right next to the stage like groundlings, not caring what other people thought, just happy to be there…(oh to be even a groundling, standing, watching William perform…). Suddenly, Kat stopped dancing and we broke the spell we had danced into. "I need Agua!" She gasped, and I nodded for one too, then forcing myself back into the enchantment of the music. The really odd thing was, for those brief times when I dance, I don't think about William. I think about the rhythm, the movements, and the lyrics…and then only for a moment William. Oh, I love him…but still…"A bird may love a fish, but where would they live?"
The song ended, and I snapped back into reality with the shout of a man "-Sexy."
I laughed and turned around to see who shouted. You won't believe me!
Patrick Verona.
To Kat. Katarina Stratford.
Truly Unbelievable.
My story was working! Two people, don't like each other, fall in love at a dance. It's even in a place that Kat likes! That he wouldn't (at least, he doesn't look like someone that would) normally come. Ah, star crossed lovers. This is sooooo unreal, like a dream!
-Mandella
May 1st, 1999, At home, after talking on phone, 3:30 p.m.
Kat went to bogey's party! Can you believe for whom? Her sister, the Will-hater.
I, on the other hand, watched Two Gentlemen of Verona on TV Twice. I called her today." So Kat, what happened yesterday night?" I couldn't understand her very well, her words strung together.
Eventually, I made out "I hate Patrick…" I smiled, and she mumbled. "Good night. Too tired to talk…" Then the phone dropped or something, for I heard a loud bang and then the line died.
William help! What went wrong? Oh, it was going so perfectly!
-Mandella
After thought: Maybe this isn't so bad…after all, Romeo and Juliet DO die in the
end…and absolutely nothing, or no one could ever make me wish that on Kat!
May 3rd, 1999, Monday afternoon, between periods, locker break
Oh My Gosh.
I am numb. Words have left me.
May 3rd, 1999, Monday afternoon, whatever class this is, can't remember
Still numb. But words have returned.
If journals could dream, you would understand this. I am in an in between time, before waking, but I am not dreaming. I know what surrounds me, but the senses are gone. IT'S GREAT! I thought things like this aren't supposed to happen to people like me. I am in bliss.
It begins with me at my locker, and me wondering if everything was worth William. I went so far as to get a scarf and tie it around my neck. I attached it to my locker, as one would tie a tooth to a doorknob. When I shut my locker, the scarf would snap, and tighten around my throat. I wouldn't have enough oxygen to try to remember and unlock my locker, and save myself. I looked at my pictures of William, and smiled. I thought of my "anorexia", and my "wrist slitting." I untied the scarf. As I did, this guy started walking towards me. I recognized him from my English class. Michael Something-or-other. From a distance, he waved at me. As he neared, his friendly expression changed to one of sarcasm and concern. Must have been the scarf.
"Hey there," he smiled at me, "tired of breathing?" It wasn't very funny, but I took off my scarf and shoved it into my purse. "Cool pictures." He commented, looking at my 172-no, 173- pictures of William. He gestured towards one." What's the collar for, to keep him from licking his stitches?"
If looks could kill…he would have envied Hamlet. His blue-gray eyes danced from my glare to the pictures. He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Kidding, Kidding!" He's smarter than the Sophomore English teacher is is. "I know you're a fan. I've…seen you in English."
I gently touched one of the Williams cheek. For a second, reality blurred, and I caught my breath. "More than a fan…we're involved."
My dreamland snapped away when he looked away from me and began to quote: "Who could refrain that had a heart to love, and in that heart-"
I broke in, happily. "Courage to make's love know?" I was stunned at his…thoughtfulness.
Then he adds, "Macbeth-right?"
It's so great to feel appreciated! I grinned like a fool. "Right."
Then Michael leaned closer to me. He told me, "So listen, I have this friend…and he likes your friend…" he then explained that-
THE BELL! Will continue later!
-Mandella
May 3rd, 1999, last period
I'm done with my test, and I have some extra time, so I'm continuing my earlier writings of Michael. See it eventually sorts out to a few facts, along with much flirting by both parties:
Kat got drunker than I thought
Kat's sister can't date till Kat does. (There was a reason I wasn't told this…right?)
Cameron, Michael's friend, falls for Bianca.
Eventually, Bianca falls for him in return.
(Stupid girl I was…I swore not to tell this…) Patrick is supplying the date.
That's sweet, I thought at that point. Patrick loves Kat, Bianca loves Cameron,
everything is well…until I heard the rest.
Patrick is being paid to go out with Kat.
And once again, I thought of Bianca and Cameron practicing French. Ahh,
Young love. It would be horrible of me to tell Kat and to break them up.
But then again, how awful of me not to tell Kat and have Patrick eventually break her heart.
-Mandella