Two summer camps, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona Valley, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil pranks and brawls makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their co-camper's strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their co-camper's rage,
Which, but their friend's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, Camp Capulet, and Mount Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona Valley's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your camps shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
The two junior camp counselors from Mount Montague had driven into town to pick up some last minute supplies for the annual summer kick-off celebration.
"I guarantee we are gonna have a better kick-off party than those losers over at that stupid Camp Capulet. I really can't stand them." said Sam as he checked the list of items they were supposed to be getting.
"Of course we are, though I heard they've got some new hotties working over there this year" replied Greg raising his eyebrows as he grabbed a bag of cheese puffs off the shelf, swiveled on his heel, and threw them in the shopping cart like he was shooting a basketball goal.
"Yeah, but they must be pretty dumb if they chose to work at that dump. Hey, look! It's a couple of the Camp Wussy boy now!" Sam said as he pointed towards the front door of the store.
Greg looked over the shelf to see and upon spotting the Montague counselors said "Yeah, that's that kid Abe who got caught sneaking out of our camp after they sunk our canoes last year and I think the other guy's name is Balt or something like that. What losers."
As Abe and Balty grabbed a shopping cart, and turned to come down the aisle where the Capulet counselors where Sam and Greg were standing, they both puffed up their chest and stood taller and turned to pretend they were looking at items nearby but Sam slowly lifted up his hand and used his middle finger to scratch his head as they came closer.
"Hey jerk! Did you just flick us off?" said Abe as he got up in Sam's face, his veins popping out on his neck.
"I don't know what you're talking about kid" growled Sam, puffing his chest up. "You didn't see me flicking anybody off, did you, Greg?" he asked.
"I didn't see, but I don't see why that should be a problem." replied Greg. "They deserve much worse than that."
Balt reared up next to his co-counselor and got in Greg's face. "Hey! What's your problem, man?" he shouted, spit flying from his mouth. The shop owner looked up at this disturbance.
"You wanna know what my problem is? You and every one at Camp Capulet!" spat Greg as he shoved Balt into the chip display as all hell broke loose.
The four boys began swinging, knocking over displays and shelves in the process. The man behind the counter reached for his gun that he kept hidden below. At just that moment the town's sheriff walked in the front door.
This first chapter is a little wishy washy but, like I said, I'm trying to follow the original plotline and this is sort of how it starts so please don't judge until you've read a little farther. I promise it gets better :)