Shakespeare got it Wrong

Chapter 14- Juliet POV

Shakespeare got it wrong chapter 14 Juliet

I stare at my polished white desk at a maths book that apparently holds the answer to all my problems but I can’t seem to translate this language into anything useful. Seriously I hate to say it but come on, Algebra really needs to stop asking me to find his X, she broke up with him for a reason and don’t ask me Y. I giggle at myself. Math’s homework always starts the same. I come home from school, determined, after having a lesson, all throughout which I struggled with the easiest concept. So I come home wanting to master the art of numbers and only getting about five minutes into it when Theo sends me some cute text and totally disrupts my pattern. Usually, but that isn’t what is distracting me this time, it’s the fact that Theo hasn’t texted me that is sending my mind reeling.

I huff as I rub the back of my neck and slam my textbook shut with a floppy bang. DAMN! I am so going to fail high school. Looking around my desk, I fumble to rearrange my stationary that has somehow wondered from my pink coloured pencil cups. Mum would kill me if she knew I wasn’t doing my homework.

Footsteps resound down the hallway.  I hear the soft click clack of my mother’s high heels smacking the floor as she struts into Grace’s room.  My heart sinks, they are probably having some mother daughter time where they get manicures and tell each other about their day. I feel like screaming “ hey mum, remember seventeen years ago when you gave birth to a little girl? , well guess what she is still alive and has never had mother daughter time!”. Then I would add a chorus of swear words on the end and deadbolt my door so she can’t come and bash the crap out of me.

“WHHAATTTT!” my sister screams. I jump in my seat, knocking the swivel chair over as it crashes to the floor, thank god the carpet it super squishy and stops noise from travelling. I pick myself up and creep towards my bathroom, careful of my footfall on the shiny white tiles. I press my ear to the far wall, the wall that conjoins my sister’s room to mine. I strain my ears, what could my mother have possibly said that would upset Grace so much?

“Honey, it’s only for a month, life will go on, and your sister seems to be doing fine” my mother slurs. I check my watch. Yep, 7:30, she is totally drunk right now and about to be starting up on the pot anytime soon. I can’t believe she is such an idiot as to think it improves her looks.

“Mum, cutting my credit card! You have not right! Dad couldn’t have agreed to that, where is he!” my sister shrieks. I cover my mouth as a giggle tickles my insides like a snake wrestling a baboon in my stomach. So this is what it is all about, my dumbass sister has blown her allowance again. I have no idea how that is possible she gets like five hundred dollars a week. Me, if I am lucky get twenty.

“Darling I know this is tough but we will get through this, some changes have to be made temporarily to complement my….condition” my mother pauses.

 “What condition, don’t tell me you need my money to pay for that stupid beauty remedy you smoke every night.” My sister hisses. I smile, beauty remedy my chubby ass.

“Sweetie, in order for me to obtain my current position in the beauty magazines and social rank I need to look young, and this, this is doing the trick.” My mother slurs as I hear her walk towards the door.

“You look even uglier you old hag, its pot are you stupid? Its pot!” My sister shrieks. WOW, she is not as dumb as I thought. Seems I am not the only smart one in this household.

“How dare you, no manicure for you, you little b**ch!” my mother screams as she trots down the hall way, he stench of overly expensive perfume drifts after her. I collapse on the floor of my bathroom. My body racks with laughter as I take in what I just heard. For one, my sister is no longer BFFS with my mother, my sister has had her money cut and Grace also told mum she looked ugly. Oh the pleasures of living in the Capulet household.