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The next day . . .
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Kim's feet were being tickled by the cool morning mist. Her window was open. It was finally morning. She had not slept a wink. Every time she shut her eyes, she'd see herself as Juliet. It was a sign. She just knew it. Kim shut off her alarm clock before it had rung. She picked up her phone and pressed a button on the speed dial.
"Ron? It's Kim."
"Kim?" Ron sounded drained. She could hear him yawning over the phone. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Four AM." Kim told him without looking at the clock.
"Why are you awake so early? School doesn't start till seven."
"I'm excited, I guess. Auditions are in eleven hours!"
"Whoopee."
"Do you really think I can get the role of Juliet?"
"I have no doubts." Another yawn.
"What do you think I should wear today?"
Ron yawned, yet again. "I don't know, I've got to get back to sleep now. Night, night KP."
"Ron wait – don't . . ."
The line went dead. Ron was asleep again. Vigorously, she hung up the phone and made her way to her closet. She needed something that SCREAMED Juliet. The green tank and cargo pants weren't going to cut it today. She needed something, theatrical. Something . . . vintage. 'I haven't worn vintage clothing for sooooo long.' Kim thought to herself as she dug through her closet. She found a pale yellow sweater. Still . . . it wasn't what she was looking for. Then she found it. It was a white, short sleeved shirt, it was decorated with lace. It would go perfectly with the jean skirt she had just bought from Club Banana.
With a smile on her face, she sat down at her vanity mirror and took her brush off her dresser. She had to do something cool with her hair . . . everyone had seen the old style. She couldn't tie it back. Too many layers. Kim flipped through her catalog looking at some models. Some of the hair styles were just too much work. She sighed and took a head band and pulled back her hair with it. Maybe curls . . .
Kim flopped back on her bed and looked at the clock, now it was only four fifteen am. Still, a LONG way to go. She sighed and picked up the script and read, "What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?--I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative."
"Kim! Shut up!" Kim heard banging on her wall. It was the Tweebs. They were still sleeping. Every time she spoke above a whisper, she woke them up. Not that she cared. But still, she couldn't get in trouble, 'I must be quiet,' Kim thought. She waited a moment before reading her final line."
"Yea noise? No! Then I'll be brief! O happy dagger! This is thy sheath -- There rust, and let me die!"
Kim trembled. This had to be the best story ever. She couldn't help but let out a slight little scream, for at that very moment, she could almost feel a rusty dagger cutting through her heart. It was gorgeous. The whole story was gorgeous.
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(Notes: I just wanted to say that in this series there are going to be a lot of original chracters! I ran out of Middleton students to play roles in Romeo and Juliet. Sorry.)
The next day . . .
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Kim's feet were being tickled by the cool morning mist. Her window was open. It was finally morning. She had not slept a wink. Every time she shut her eyes, she'd see herself as Juliet. It was a sign. She just knew it. Kim shut off her alarm clock before it had rung. She picked up her phone and pressed a button on the speed dial.
"Ron? It's Kim."
"Kim?" Ron sounded drained. She could hear him yawning over the phone. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Four AM." Kim told him without looking at the clock.
"Why are you awake so early? School doesn't start till seven."
"I'm excited, I guess. Auditions are in eleven hours!"
"Whoopee."
"Do you really think I can get the role of Juliet?"
"I have no doubts." Another yawn.
"What do you think I should wear today?"
Ron yawned, yet again. "I don't know, I've got to get back to sleep now. Night, night KP."
"Ron wait – don't . . ."
The line went dead. Ron was asleep again. Vigorously, she hung up the phone and made her way to her closet. She needed something that SCREAMED Juliet. The green tank and cargo pants weren't going to cut it today. She needed something, theatrical. Something . . . vintage. 'I haven't worn vintage clothing for sooooo long.' Kim thought to herself as she dug through her closet. She found a pale yellow sweater. Still . . . it wasn't what she was looking for. Then she found it. It was a white, short sleeved shirt, it was decorated with lace. It would go perfectly with the jean skirt she had just bought from Club Banana.
With a smile on her face, she sat down at her vanity mirror and took her brush off her dresser. She had to do something cool with her hair . . . everyone had seen the old style. She couldn't tie it back. Too many layers. Kim flipped through her catalog looking at some models. Some of the hair styles were just too much work. She sighed and took a head band and pulled back her hair with it. Maybe curls . . .
Kim flopped back on her bed and looked at the clock, now it was only four fifteen am. Still, a LONG way to go. She sighed and picked up the script and read, "What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?--I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative."
"Kim! Shut up!" Kim heard banging on her wall. It was the Tweebs. They were still sleeping. Every time she spoke above a whisper, she woke them up. Not that she cared. But still, she couldn't get in trouble, 'I must be quiet,' Kim thought. She waited a moment before reading her final line."
"Yea noise? No! Then I'll be brief! O happy dagger! This is thy sheath -- There rust, and let me die!"
Kim trembled. This had to be the best story ever. She couldn't help but let out a slight little scream, for at that very moment, she could almost feel a rusty dagger cutting through her heart. It was gorgeous. The whole story was gorgeous.
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(Notes: I just wanted to say that in this series there are going to be a lot of original chracters! I ran out of Middleton students to play roles in Romeo and Juliet. Sorry.)