| Well there's a start, thanks |
After Mr. Roysons' class I had to stay after to ask him about a segment of the play. "Hey Mr. Royson, about this part with Tybalt and Benvolio? Right before they fight, Benvolio says he's there to keep the peace, but then he pulls out his sword and challenges Tybalt to fight. I don't get it." He looks at me awkwardly.
"Plainly, he's a hypocrite. Tybalt even calls him out on it if you read the next line." He recites it to me. "What, drawn, and talk of peace?! I hate the word, as I hate Hell, all Montagues, and thee; have at thee, coward!" I let off a sarcastic clap.
"What amazing talent you have." He smiles.
"Haha, you think so?" I gave him a doubtful look. "Any other questions?"
"Yes, actually. What's a fray?" He was gathering up his things to leave.
"It's a fight." He walked out leaving me in the classroom.
"*Sigh* He's a teacher and yet he gets so aggravated when he has to answer questions."