"The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in us ourselves." Rain dramatized as she lazily read her literature homework " I don't get why the world still cares about Shakespeare, yes we was good but is it really necessary to be continually tortured?"
Harry rolled her sea green eyes.
"We must respect the pioneers of any craft Rain."
She stuck her town out.
"Blaaaaaaah," she tossed the book across the room "I'm tired of this anyways."
She jumped off of her desk chair, he short, flared, blue sundress bouncing with her long brown curls as she landed on her bed. Harry...