Hello. I am ...HannahKay. I know I haven't really written much on this account and what I do write I never finish but I'm serious about this one. I really like it.

This year my English class read Romeo and Juliet...this is what came of it. (you can thank my English teacher later)

Anna stumbled out her bedroom door to walk down the stairs and into the kitchen wearing a white polo shirt and khaki school skirt with her long brown hair falling gently down her back. "Anna, Anna." She heard her older brother say as she grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Anna sighed, turning to look at Andrew with a small, weary smile. "Yes?" As she spoke to him she smirked at his appearance. Andrew stood there in khaki pants and a white polo shirt. He is tall with this goofy Zach Efron haircut and huge, pensive brown eyes. She could already hear the girls swooning over him. They'd be saying things like "Andrew's so hot.", "Oh my gosh, Andrew's the only guy at this school who can make khaki work!", and "Andrew Roberts possibly got hotter over the summer," all day.

He grinned at her expression and wrapped one of his strong arms around her waist. "You look great, little sister." He said, hugging her tightly.

Anna rolled her eyes, faking a gag. "Ugghh, Andrew..Crushing me." She said, laughing as he released her.

"Grow some muscle, Anna." He said, playfully hitting her shoulder.

Anna rolled her eyes as she heard the door slam before she heard the voice of Jeffery, her brother's best friend. "Andrew!" Jeffery called from the hallway just before he rounded the corner into the kitchen to look at them. Anna couldn't help but do a double take when she saw him. Standing at 5'8, to her he is this walking god with messy blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. "Hello, lovely." Jeffery said when he saw her.

Anna blushed, turning to grab her pink backpack off the counter. "Hey, Jeffery." She said quietly as she turned back to look at him with a small smile.

Andrew roared with laughter before glaring seriously at Jeffery. "Off my little sister, Jeff." He told him before steering him into the other room.

Jeffery grinned over at Anna but followed Andrew out of the room. "I wasn't exactly on her." He hedged, smirking a bit.

Andrew shot him a death glare before grabbing his black backpack off the floor by the door and shaking the conversation off. "You ready to go?"

Jeffery laughed, nodding. "Yeah, come on, car's out front." He told Andrew, turning to smile at Anna who was hovering in the living room with a small smile. "You coming?"

Jeffery pulled up to Anna's best friend, Jenna's, house and she ran out of the house in a blur of red and white. With her fiery red curls she was walking school spirit whenever she wore a white shirt. She popped into the car with a huge smile.

"Why so smiley?" Anna asked playfully, laughing at her friend's behavior.

"Yeah, red, what's up?" Andrew asked with a bark-like laugh.

Jenna's smile grew a bit at the sound of Andrew's voice (like every other girl in the school, Jenna had a crush on Andrew…it's really kind of sad) but she just looked at Anna. "Guess what play we're doing this semester! Go ahead! Guess." That explains it. Jenna is a theater geek. Well, really she is just very artsy. She likes to paint, sing, act, and draw. It's crazy how great she is at all of it. Anyway, she's been in every school play since she was seven. The strangest thing is she rarely gets a lead…not because she isn't good enough but because she prefers to play less prestigious roles.

Anna cracked a smile at her friend, tugging on her red tresses. "What play?"

"Romeo and Juliet." Jenna announced happily, clapping her hands.

Anna nodded in approval. "Fantastic."

Jenna grinned evilly over at Anna. "Guess what."

"What?" Anna asked, laughing at Jenna's enthusiasm.

"You are auditioning for Juliet." Jenna exclaimed, hyperly bouncing up and down. This caused her red tresses to thrash violently about her face in a vivid motion.

Anna's jaw dropped. "I am doing…what?" She asked, shaking her head at the thought.

Jenna smiled, pleadingly. "Come on, Anna bear. Be in the play with me. It'll be great." She begged, tugging playfully on Anna's arm.

Anna scowled at her friend. "Jenna, I'm not an actress…you know that."

"You know Anna, I think you'd be a good Juliet." Jeffery said, glancing over his shoulder at the two girls behind him.

Anna bit her lip. "I dunno…"

"Hey, I'll try out with you." Jeffery said with a small grin. "I'd be a fantastic Romeo, don't you think, Andrew?" Jeffery asked, winking over at his friend.

Andrew laughed out loud. "Ah huh. Although I don't think there has ever been a blonde Romeo."

Jeffery smirked, running his fingers through his hair as his eyes turned back to the road. "Really, Anna. Try out. Please!"

"Yeah, Anna. Please!" Jenna encouraged, grinning at her in a way that was clearly saying, "Anna, you can't back out. Jeffery is trying out for Romeo. You know you won't say no! Just say yes now and get it over with."

Anna sighed. "Okay. I'll try out."

Anna, Jenna, Jeffery, and Andrew, who felt like this was going to be really funny, strolled into the huge auditorium with varying expressions. Anna was biting her lip nervously as they slid down the endless rows of aisles to reach the front where the judges table sat. Then there was Jenna who was wearing the exact opposite expression. Her eyes were bright with excitement. She was completely in her element. Jeffery wore a comedic expression as he walked between the two girls, arms around their necks as if they were and had always been BFFs. Andrew stalked behind them with a smile creeping onto his lips. He walked with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and a cocky this-is-going-to-be-good look on his face.

"Ah, Ms. McCoy!" Mr. Sanders, the eccentric drama teacher said, raising his hand in a wave as they approached. Mr. Sanders is a man in his mid thirties with short, chopped black hair that is always an unruly mess. He has dark, pensive eyes and wears jeans every day along with button down shirts in various colors. He was standing in the front of the auditorium, beside the judges table as the group neared him and he smiled brilliantly at Jenna before his eyes widened as if he was only seeing the rest of the group just as Andrew slipped into one of the chairs with a laugh. "Oh, and you brought friends!" He said, his voice echoing off the walls as he hugged Jenna's neck, handing her a script. "Any friend of Ms. McCoy's is a friend of mine. Come on now, what are your names?" He asked, looking expectantly at the others.

"I'm Anna Roberts." Anna told the teacher before shaking his hand with a small, nervous smile. When she retracted her hand, Mr. Sanders reached over to grab a script off the table before giving it to her.

"And I'm Jeffery Anderson." Jeffery interjected from her side with a grin, taking the man's hand.

Mr. Sanders smiled at him, giving him too a script. "Hm… let me guess. Ms. Roberts will be reading for Juliet. Mr. Anderson will read for Romeo and Ms. McCoy for Nurse. Am I correct?" He asked confidently, raising his hands with a smile.

Jenna grinned adoringly at him. "How did you know?"

Mr. Sanders just smiled at them. "A director's intuition." He answered, nodding toward the stage. "I'll take Mr. Anderson and Ms. Roberts first. On stage, loves, act 2, scene 2."

Jeffery winked at Anna, hopping up the stairs and standing on stage. His eyes quickly read over the lines he would soon read aloud before grimacing out at the empty audience. "He jests at scars that never felt a wound." He read, eyes glaring out at Andrew who was snickering quietly to himself. Anna silently climbed the stairs to make a wide arch around the stage, standing several feet away from the now smiling Jeffery. "But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief. That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off! It is my lady. Oh, it is my love." His voice was tender and eyes adoring as Anna stood silently on the opposite side of the stage, pretending not to see him. "Oh, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it." Suddenly his eyes turn back to the audience, scoffing at his behavior. "I am too bold," He countered himself, exhaling slowly. "'Tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven. Having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night." Anna took a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of the stage to let her arm sit gently on her knee so she could rest her cheek on her hand. "See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove on that hand that I might touch that cheek!" He exclaimed, pausing to gaze at her beauty.

Anna sighed loudly. "Ay me!" She exclaims.

Jeffery turned away slightly, speaking quietly to himself in the huge room. "O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven. Unto the white, upturned, wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.

"O, Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" Anna addressed the empty room, eyes wandering over every chair in turn, searching for her Romeo. Jeffery's head turns when he hears her voice fill the brilliant silence. Anna's eyes snapped to the end of the stage, an idea coming to mind. Her face brightens at this thought. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name." Her eyes stare at the floor before she continues after a moment of deliberation. "Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." She announced dreamily.

Jeffery turned away once more, staring off into the opposite direction. "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" He asked himself, biting his lip in wonder.

Anna started pacing slowly as she spoke quickly, the words falling lightly from her lips to meet Jeffery's awaiting ears. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague." Her eyes perked up. "What's a Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man." She sighed, looking off to the side. "O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." She smiled quietly at the thought. "Romeo, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee. Take all myself."

Jeffery's eyes were exited as he darted to get closer to her. "I take thee at thy word!" He said, loudly, causing Anna to scream in surprise. "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I never will be Romeo." He said, pulling her lightly into his arms.

Anna's eyes were surprised as she spoke. "What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?" She asked him, half horrified, half joyful.

Jeffery's eyes sobered as he looked into her eyes. "By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee. Had I written it, I would tear the word." He promised, gazing lovingly down at her.

Anna's eyes rolled back to laugh humorlessly. "My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?" She asked quietly, staring back at him.

Jeffery stepped away, pacing a few steps before turning back to her. "Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike."

Anna glanced away before turning her eyes back on Jeffery, a question playing on her lips. "How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?" She asked, holding out a hand. "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here." Her voice was hushed as she uttered the word death.

Jeffery laughed darkly, throwing his arms out with a small smile. "With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me."

Anna's eyes darted away. "If they do see thee, they will murder thee." Her voice shook as she said it.

Jeffery stepped forward in one stride to gently touch her cheek. "Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords. Look thou bit sweet, and I am proof against their enmity." He uttered almost silently and the three people in the audience started cheering uncontrollably.

Mr. Sanders climbed the stairs and grinned at them, raising his hands in the air to pull them into a tight hug. "Such chemistry!" He announced, beaming at them. "Though I've never seen a blonde Romeo." He spun, calling to Jenna. "Mrs. McCoy, come on up!"