Romeo, Romeo;;open;;where for art thou Romeo

[Juliet Aldridge]

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It was just one of those days that Juliet really didn't feel like doing any kind of homework, as she sits there at her deks, staring down at an open text book. She really couldn't tell anyone what the words on the page even said, for her mind wasn't even reading the words that occupied the pages, though her eyes were running over the sentences. The girl was thinking of her parents once more, why she even was, she had no idea. It wasn't as if they were sitting around thinking about her or wondering what their daughter is doing or how she is doing with her school work. Juliet let out a groan, as she laid the side of her face down on the open book and stared off towards the wall opposite of her and sighed out a bit; she needed to stop thinking about all of these things and she figured there was probably only one thing that would help her do so.

Once she found her school bag, she threw it over her shoulder, holding onto the strap, she grabbed her phone shoving it into the bag as well and made her way out of the dorm room. Juliet figured that going down and working on a few lines would at least occupy her mind for a little bit, if nothing else; she needed to get her head clear, she needed to stay focused on not letting any of this get to her. She is Juliet Aldridge, one of the highest and best aristocrate in the school, she wasn't suppose to really care for these things, she didn't who it towards others around her that it bothered her that her parents didn't really care for anything she was doing, that when they did actually come to a play or musical their daughter was in, she didn't show it to anyone that she was hurt when they would disappear before the show was even half way through. Juliet is strong, or at least, the girl liked to show people that she is. She was just going to ignore it, and whether people thought she is hurt by this, the girl was going to show them that she isn't.

As she reached the theater, Juliet grabbed hold of one of the double doors leading into it and started making her way inside and down the aisles. Her eyes glanced all around her, wandering if there was anyone else within the theater besides her. A part of her was hoping that no one was there, the girl kind of wanted to have some time to herself, but she figured that was probably not going to happen. But, for the time being, she was happy with the quiet that was around her.

Juliet walked up to the stage, she decided to just climb up right in the middle of it instead of going to the side and taking the stairs. As she hopped up there, she sat there on the edge, her legs hanging down over the side. Juliet placed her bag down on the stage next to her, she reached inside pulling out a binder and opened it up to a random page of a hopeful play they would be doing Romeo and Juliet. This caused a smile to come to her lips, as her eyes went over the words, as she spoke "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."