Dear Diary; July 13th
I still haven't figured out who the boy is, She still claims she doesn't know who it is. Why won't she tell me? I mean, I am her best friend… I think… Oh I really shouldn't worry about this now, it gets me all excited.
Yet again Juliet read to me. My mind was too abuzz at the sunshine outside. I stopped spinning flax. Juliet looked over her book. "Everything all right?" she asked.
"Yes, quite deary…" She started reading, then stopped at the lack of flax spinning from my end. "Why don't we go outside?" So we did, right into the courtyard. We sat ourselves on benches. The sun peaked over the courtyard wall, burning us with its glare. But it wasn't a horrid glare, rather a friendly one, like the one that you give a friend who has just jokingly insulted you.
Jule soon became tired of sitting on the benches, so she stood up, walking around reading that play of hers. The more she read, the more she became involved in it. Soon, she was swinging her hands around exuberantly, talking actively to herself and yet still knew what line she was one. If someone had looked in on us, they would have thought Juliet mad. Oh but she plays such a beautiful mad person! Soon the clouds closed the skies eyes.
And there's my Lady, calling for my assistance…
