Entry 1

Dearest Diary,

Father has gotten into another battle with the Montague’s. Ugh, I have no clue what they are fighting about, I’m not even sure they know what they are fighting over. He is so stubborn sometimes, too much for his own good. On another note, I am so excited about the masquerade ball tonight, although mother says that there’s is a man who wants to marry and we are to meet tonight. His name is Paris. I don’t want to marry; I am not even fourteen yet. To be married, “is an honor that I dream not of”. (act one scene three page thirty-one) Mother wishes me to just meet him so “I’ll look to like if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.” (act one scene three page thirty-three)