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Juliets Diary

  • Date Submitted: 09/11/2012 06:09 AM
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Dear Diary,
OK...the plan did not go as planned. You will never guess where I am right now...HEAVEN! I finally got a chance to write. Sorry! Here's the information that I was able to pick up. It turns out that the Friar was supposed to send a letter, but it never got delivered...so that kind of messed up our game plan. Then, Romeo went to go see my 'dead' body in the grave, which I knew because I was awake for a little bit of his visit. Being asleep for two days was the weirdest thing I ever experienced. So I woke up, and find Romeo, freshly dead on the floor, with Paris near by, also dead. I only found out later that Romeo killed him.... Anyway, Friar Laurence left because someone was coming, but I was not about to go anywhere. If I couldn't live with Romeo, then I would die with him. I took his dagger and stabbed it in my stomach. That hurt pretty badly. It actually hurt really badly. It killed! Get it!! The best part about all this is that I can look over my family to see how they are doing. Even though Romeo and my death was bad...it is also good. The Capulet and Montague family grudge is finally over. My only regrets are not properly saying good-bye. But I am always there, so it’s never really good-bye, but a mere see you later. I promised that I would write when Romeo and I were together... and we are doing just fine. Finally together, as we were meant to be.
So Diary, I guess that this is my final entry... I'll miss you!
With Love,
Juliet XOXO

Act 5 Scene 2 Lines 169 to 170
"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."

Dear Diary,
I just got back from Friar Laurence's cell...I don't have much time to talk but I do have time to tell you what happened today.
I met the Friar in his cell, but horribly...Paris was there. Could it get any worse!? He looked at me like we had been married for 25 years. It was horrible! Then he started to talk about the...wedding! I almost lost it, but being the...

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