We start this story in a more modern way,
It’s a similar story but different than in Shakespeare’s day,
Similarities are few but obviously there,
And this story that I have is one which I wish to share,
Two families is true and present in here,
But it is between the rich and the poor this time I fear,
A boy to each family was born years ago,
This being years before the two became foes,
Now this rhyming thing must be getting pretty old,
So just wait a moment while the last lines are told,
A love, some death and maybe some fights,
All take place while these boys fight for their rights,
Their rights to freedom, their rights of choice,
Their right to be together and rejoice,
They will have to fight for their chance of love,
Just like the fight for life of a wounded dove.
The Lamian Household (Dinnertime)
“They’ve done it again! I’m sick and tired of this crap. I hate that family so much, I wish they were just gone!” My father yelled after the mention of the Minotti family. “I hate those rich bastards that think they’re better than us. I’ll tell you that we used to be friends. Friends I tell you! Now that we’ve lost our money, because of them in fact, they treat us like dogs. Dogs I tell you!” My father raged and my little sister can’t help but cover her ears in an attempt to drown out the noise.
“Honey, please not at dinner. Please wait to rant until you go out, like I know you’re going to do, it is bothering Grace.” My mother begged and he stopped with a scowl. He then looked to me and I could picture the gears turning in his head.
“Zane, you remember that family, don’t you? You know their son right? I want you to make sure his life is a living hell….” Father was then cut off by my mother who gives him the death stare.
“I will not have my daughter or my son here this kind of language from their own father. You may hate the Minotti’s but we are quite fine with how we are currently living. If you don’t like it, then too bad!” My mother yelled and then stood up and walked to the living room of our small townhouse.
I heard the words which were spoken but I did not process them enough to save them as they floated out my other ear. I didn’t care about the stupid fight between my father and the Minotti family. Christopher, the Minotti’s only child, had been my best friend before the incident. I’m not exactly sure what the Minotti family had done, if anything at all, to make us lose our money but I did know that my father never forgave them. We had been one of the most well-known wealthy people back when I was seven. Then it all went downhill.
I have a little bit of a confession too. My first kiss and first love were both stolen by a person of that family. Both were stolen by Chris, the one who I had thought would always just be a friend. I’m eighteen now and I know that the love and kiss probably didn’t count but I still count it. I guess I never really got over that.
Any hopes of being together were destroyed anyways when our money suddenly disappeared. The head of the Minotti family began to hate us because of our poverty. I began going to a public school and we even moved across the city, as far away from them as we could without leaving the area. I no longer could see Chris and that had crumbled my hopes. I did really miss that smile of his and how he would freak out over the simplest things.
I guess dreams are just that, a dream that is meant for when I’m asleep. I went to my room silently and saw a light blinking on my old computer screen. An email from the school was there, waiting to be opened and it puzzled me that it is from my school.
I opened it and began to read:
“Dear Mr. Lamian,
We are sending this email out in order to inform you that you have been chosen to lead our new student around to his classes tomorrow. It probably sounds like a strange request but you have actually been requested by the new student and also you’re schedules are the exact same. It is the perfect opportunity for you to begin to bond with others. We have observed and understand that you prefer to be alone but we feel that it is best for you to be at least a little social and interactive. Please set a good example for the new student. Please just stop by the office in the morning and we’ll get you two introduced.
I sighed and instantly regretted opening the email. If I hadn’t opened it I could have just said I never read it. Well, I could have still said it anyways but I guess after opening the email I felt I had no choice. I trudged towards my bed, pulling my shirt up over my head and then laid down, pulling the covers up over me. I reached over and switched the light near my bed off. I would need all the sleep I could get if I was going to be lugging around an annoying new student the next day. I let out a final sigh and let myself fall into sleep.