This is the second chapter of my first Shakespeare fanfic so please read and review and tell me what you think,I need to know whether to keep on writing it!
Helena was sitting on the step of Hermia's house, enjoying the night air. She was waiting for Hermia, who was in the house. Demetrius was there too, talking to Hermia's parents. Oh, how she loved him, his kindness, his intelligence, even the freckle at the corner of his mouth. She started when an excited, twittering bird swooped, landed on the balustrade, fell off and scampered over to her and waggled it's little leg. She untied the attached note and opened it on her lap, as she read it her heart sank, Hermia was going off with Lysander, How could she be so awful to Demetrius? Helena thought What has he ever done to her but love her Her heart sank even further at that last thought why didn't Demetrius love her.
She started again when door unexpectedly flew wide open, revealing Helena's mother and father along with Demetrius.
"Why, hello Helena. Hermia is waiting for you, she's in her room" said Hermia's father. Helena had always liked him, he was very friendly but he had an extremely short fuse.
"We're going to the Nightingale, Hermia is feeling rather tired after the excitement of today" said Hermia's mother, she then jokingly added, "So don't keep her up late!"
I won't but I can't say the same for Lysander… She thought grimly.
Sorry it was a bit short but it looked longer when I first wrote it... hm.