Snippet #1540057

Naomi had made it to her first period on time for once. She immediately started walking towards the back of the room as she shoved her CD player into her leather satchel, wary of all the stares she was getting. Smiling just barely at a few people nearby, she slid into her seat as the teacher, Mr. Frogg, began to speak. Like most times in Biology she lost interest fast, finding herself digging around in her bag, pulling out a large notebook and pencil. She pursed her lips a bit before she began scribbling along the fine lines of the crisp page.

' These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume. '

' Good night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. '

' What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. '


Nao continued to write lines from the famous play, 'Romeo and Juliet' by William Shakespeare, the ones she remembered that is. There was nothing better to do. It was either that, or listen to Mr. Frogg go on about how to dissect a frog. How ironic was that? Very, in Naomi's opinion, but then again she had a very "weird" sense of humor, which she kept to herself half the time. 'I hope he doesn't want us to dissect him. ' she thought sarcastically, glancing up from her notebook to see the teacher draw something that was suppose to be a frog on the dry-erase board. The scary thing was, Mr. Frogg did look like a frog.