• "Ouch! Watch it with the stitching, will you?" I screamed as a needle pierced through my new suit.
    "Sorry, sir.." the tailor's sharp squeaky voice annoyed me.

    Benvolio grinned quietly each time I screeched. He had hired that awful tailor to cause trouble and pain for me to deal with. Oooch! Eehnk! Ow! Aaaeuhnk! I enraged and kicked the tailor in the face, shocked his maids, and Benvolio. I rubbed my sides and ripped up half of the suit.
    "Such manners could show disgrace towards our family," Benvolio shook his head staring outside the window.
    "No, as long as that bloody hell-hound tailor to get out of our house immediately I don't want to hear or see his fat cocky bum- rat voice!" I snapped at Benvolio and marched to my bedroom.
    "Hey- but your cousin hired me to-" the tailor tried to explain. He gathered his tailoring utensils and fabrics and rushed outside, sadly.

    "Poor boy, he's like a child.." he quietly snickered.

    I slowly walked up to my bookshelf, loosened my collar, and pulled out a random book, then hopped on to my King sized bed and leaned back on the arranged pillows designed to keep me comfortable. The book was neatly covered with gold oil paint and pasted, it had old yellow pages but it did not have a title. This might be an interesting book. I carefully opened it to the front page, a diary page was ripped out from the journal but it was still inside.. My grandmother wrote it..

    αυgυѕт 15, 1545

    му ƒαтнєя ωαѕ gινєη αη ιηνιтαтιση тσ α вαℓℓ! ι нσρє тнαт ι ¢αη мєєт му ρяιη¢є ¢нαямιηg тнєяє, σн ℓσηg ι ℓσηg ƒσя α нαη∂ѕσмє ρяιη¢є тσ ƒαℓℓ ƒσя мє αη∂ ι'ℓℓ ƒαℓℓ ƒσя нιм- σн нσω ωση∂єяƒυℓ ιт ωιℓℓ вє! ∂ση'т уσυ ωιѕн тнαт нє ωαѕ уσυяѕ тσσ? нє'ѕ тнє σηℓу ѕση σƒ тнє gяєαт кιηg! ѕυ¢н α вяιgнт мαη. ι ωιѕн тнαт ι ¢συℓ∂ ∂αη¢є ωιтн нιм αℓℓ ηιgнт ℓσηg. ℓσηgιηg ƒσя ѕσмєσηє ℓιкє нιм

    She never finished the letter, as I turned to the next page there were sketches of His Highness back in her time and my grandmother in a gown. I must say she was beautiful, grandmother was an extraordinary artist, her drawings looked so real.. I couldn't help but gaze at her magnificent sketches. I wish that I can meet a girl as beautiful as her young self, I really do. Knock, Knock, thump.

    "Who is it? Answer me," I answered.

    "Sir, the headmaster, and your family will be waiting for you in the library room," The maid firmly said.
    "Tell them I'll becoming in a.. moment,"I replied to her quickly. I fixed my collar, brushed the dust off of my pants, and brushed my bangs to the side. The maid slowly opened the door for me as I patiently waited for her to finish staring at me.

    I crossed my arms and walked into the library room, Benvolio, my mother, and father, the headmaster were seated on the velvet sewn chairs.

    "My, my! Romeo you came, I thought that you would ignore this family meeting.." Benvolio sneered. My mother (Lady Montague) softly geastured to signal Benvolio to stop talking, Father cleared his throat,
    "His Highness has invited us to the Grand Royale Ball, it will start during sundown at six thirty-five sharp. Romeo, you are to find a suitable woman during the ball graceful, etiquette, gentle, and humble.."

    "Ah, you must do, you are to marry her a year after the ball," mother continued on my father's orders.
    "Why do I? I am already in love with Miss Rosaline Capulet!" I said in disbelief.

    Benvolio coughed and nudged me in the back of my elbows and mouthed a few words I can or could recognize,"Do not talk back."

    "Young Miss Rosaline Capulet is beautiful, but are you positive that she is the one, you can wait and find a better girl," my father locked his eyes on me.

    I paused for a moment staring at the window watching a hawk flying through the sky. Why must I find a girl that is better than Rosaline? I can't even imagine another world without her, I am deeply in love. I'll obey my mother and father's command and hope to give up on her.

    "I'll do as you wish, father, mother," I said out loud.