Hi, I’m Jessica. I’m about to tell you a story about how my life got turned upside down. About two years ago, My life took a turn. You see, Father is a tad bit overprotective. I spent all my days locked away in my room. My father, Shylock, is a stickler about us following all Jewish laws, even though it is kind of illegal. I, on the other hand, could not care less. One day, Father was being especially annoying, talking about how lucky I was to have him and be safe in his home as a Jew, and I just could not stand it anymore. “Lucky? How am I lucky? I have nothing to do here besides eat and sleep!” I screamed at him, letting all my anger loose, “You do not even care that I am miserable. All I want is to be free, explore the world, find love.”
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He was getting angrier by the second. “You want love? Then you will get love, but be careful what you wish for,” He spat at me. All I could think was, “Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?” Long story short, Father came up with the great idea to have a marriage test. It involved three deadly tools, and any man man who attempted it must have the strength of an ox, the bravery of a lion, and the intelligence of a dolphin. It was every man for himself. The competition was called rock, paper, scissors. It was a very detailed, intense game that involved these three items. The competitor must beat Father five times to win. They lose once, they are out and are forced into slavery for him. A rock, a piece of paper, and a pair of scissors would sit on a table in front of them. Whichever object they chose would be their “weapon” for that round. It goes like this: rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. How paper could possibly beat rock, I have no idea. My first competitor went be the name Lancelot, and let me just say he was not the sharpest tool in the shed. He got out on the first round, when he picked rock and Father picked paper. He too was confused on how paper beat rock; nevertheless, he was put to work as a …show more content…
He was so handsome I could hardly manage a full sentence. “He…hello, who might… um… you be.” I stuttered. “I am Lorenzo,” he said, authority in his voice, “I must say, you are much more beautiful than people have said. I have come to win your hand in marriage!” He seemed so determined. I giggled, then shook my head at myself. “Really, Jessica, really?” I mentally scolded, “Be cool, just be cool” The competition began, and Lorenzo was killing it. From scissors to rock to paper, Father just could not beat this dude. The last round approached, and Lorenzo reached for the rock. Father realized what he was doing and went for the paper. “Oh, no!” I thought. “He cannot lose.” I almost broke down into tears when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Lorenzo grabbed the scissors. My father’s smirk was wiped right off his face. He had done it. He had won! I yelped in excitement and ran straight into my hero’s arms. “You saved me,” I said into his shoulder. “How can I ever repay you?” He embraced me. “Your hand in marriage is the only trophy I want.” I smiled like I had just won the lottery. “Then my hand in marriage you shall have.” I curtsied and took his hand. We walked out and happiness radiated off of me. My cheeks hurt from
He was getting angrier by the second. “You want love? Then you will get love, but be careful what you wish for,” He spat at me. All I could think was, “Oh no, what have I gotten myself into?” Long story short, Father came up with the great idea to have a marriage test. It involved three deadly tools, and any man man who attempted it must have the strength of an ox, the bravery of a lion, and the intelligence of a dolphin. It was every man for himself. The competition was called rock, paper, scissors. It was a very detailed, intense game that involved these three items. The competitor must beat Father five times to win. They lose once, they are out and are forced into slavery for him. A rock, a piece of paper, and a pair of scissors would sit on a table in front of them. Whichever object they chose would be their “weapon” for that round. It goes like this: rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. How paper could possibly beat rock, I have no idea. My first competitor went be the name Lancelot, and let me just say he was not the sharpest tool in the shed. He got out on the first round, when he picked rock and Father picked paper. He too was confused on how paper beat rock; nevertheless, he was put to work as a …show more content…
He was so handsome I could hardly manage a full sentence. “He…hello, who might… um… you be.” I stuttered. “I am Lorenzo,” he said, authority in his voice, “I must say, you are much more beautiful than people have said. I have come to win your hand in marriage!” He seemed so determined. I giggled, then shook my head at myself. “Really, Jessica, really?” I mentally scolded, “Be cool, just be cool” The competition began, and Lorenzo was killing it. From scissors to rock to paper, Father just could not beat this dude. The last round approached, and Lorenzo reached for the rock. Father realized what he was doing and went for the paper. “Oh, no!” I thought. “He cannot lose.” I almost broke down into tears when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Lorenzo grabbed the scissors. My father’s smirk was wiped right off his face. He had done it. He had won! I yelped in excitement and ran straight into my hero’s arms. “You saved me,” I said into his shoulder. “How can I ever repay you?” He embraced me. “Your hand in marriage is the only trophy I want.” I smiled like I had just won the lottery. “Then my hand in marriage you shall have.” I curtsied and took his hand. We walked out and happiness radiated off of me. My cheeks hurt from