Romeo and Juliet- A Modern Retelling

Chapter 1

HI!!!! I'm so excited to announce my new story of retelling Romeo and Juliet! I've wanted to do this for a while, so I'm finally doing it! 

A disclaimer- I don't own Romeo and Juliet or any of Shakespeare's work. (Obviously) 

Thanks so much to my followers!

lilcinnamonroll8

Stormy_Heart17

maebakerbaby

Jada

I'm woken up by the sound of my stupid alarm going off. UGH. I pound the snooze button on my phone a thousand times, and sit up. I really do love the feeling of mornings, even if I don't like waking up. The morning breeze is fluttering my curtains, the sun shining through the windows, ready for a new day. It just feels so....hopeful.

I hear a knocking at my door. "Jada? Time to get up!" I sigh. "Coming, Mom!" Well, that feeling lasts for about three seconds before a new day of hell-I mean high school, begins.

I walk down the stairs after getting dressed. Sure enough, Dad's not here. He probably went to the office early this morning. Per usual. And he didn't say goodbye. Per usual. Mom sashays over to me, pep in her step. I don't get how she has so much energy this early. She hands me a muffin. "Morning, Jada." I smile. "Getting into muffins again, I see? I thought it was omelettes." She grins. "I just needed to perfect the recipe. There's no point in moving onto omelettes if muffins still aren't perfect!" I roll my eyes. "Yeah, sure. Love you, mom!" I call, running towards the door grabbing my bag from the counter. "Yes, love you too!" I start my car, and start driving.

Ross

I wake up to the sound of screaming, as usual. There's never really a day where I wake up to the sound of blissful silence. Maybe some kids wake up to an alarm, but I've got my own personal alarm called Mom and Dad.

I groan, shoving my face into the pillows. I REALLY don't want to go to school today. Maybe if I hope hard enough, the world will just freeze around me, and I can go back to sleep for 5 minutes. Or 10 minutes. Or the rest of the day. But, no matter how hard I hope, the world doesn't freeze. The screams are as loud as usual, the radiator clunking noise is still annoying, and the television is still blabbing on about wars in Syria.

I pull on my clothes reluctantly, and walk outside my room, to my parents going at it. It's the usual crap. Screaming at each other in Spanish-"You work too much! I can never see you! And now you want to take on a second job?!" "Well if you actually worked instead of lounging around all day, I wouldn't need one!" "Excuse me, I happen to take care of this house, and our kid!" Funny, Mom's mentioning taking care of her kid, but I've been standing in the kitchen for five minutes, and both of them haven't even noticed me. I grab a banana and head out, grabbing my backpack by the door.

I walk down the street, barely catching the bus. I step onto the dirty old thing, give the driver a bill, and plop down on the old blue plastic seats, which reek of cigarettes and a low paying job. We start to drive off.

Both

As the trees whiz by, heading to my doom, I can't help but wonder- is this really what my life has to be like every day? What if there's more out there for me? What if there's something...someone, out there in the world? Someone who cares?