Personal Narrative: Romeo And Juliet
Romeo and Juliet Narrative I ran upstairs to get ready for bed like every other day. I took my shower, picked out my pajamas, and then jumped into bed. I could not fall asleep for some reason, all I could think about at the time was the masked man from the party. The nurse informed me that he is a member of the Montague family. I know that I shouldn’t keep thinking about him. Afterall, he is the enemy, right?
I just wish that I could see him again. “What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name!” (2.1.40-42). If only he was not a Montague, any other name would be fine, anything besides Montague. He may be the person I am meant to be with and I may never know… all
I just wish that I could see him again. “What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name!” (2.1.40-42). If only he was not a Montague, any other name would be fine, anything besides Montague. He may be the person I am meant to be with and I may never know… all