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I'll be fourteen in less than 2 weeks; and as if things couldn't get any worse, my mother just told me that Paris wants to marry me. Now she's trying to convince me to marry him, well to at least think about marrying him. So tonight there's going to be a big party, Paris is going to be there. I agreed to meet him. 


I went to the party expecting to meet "Paris", but instead I met the most handsome man I've ever seen. We spoke about love, and how he wanted a kiss. I told him that simply touching our hands together should be enough. I'm not sure what he felt, but he kissed me. It was magical. So I responded by kissing him. We only kissed twice because my nurse interrupted by calling me; and then my father ended the party. But I had to know his name, so I asked my nurse what the name of the young handsome boy was. She told me his name is Romeo and that he's a Montague. But she mentioned that he was our enemy. How could someone so handsome and romantic be our enemy? He doesn't seem like an enemy to me, in fact I find him interesting. I want to know more about him, but how? I went outside to think about Romeo, and there he was.