Ok. So. Originally, this was supposed to be math. But I still haven't thought of a teacher for that. Sooooo, here you have history class~!

Ankha and I trudged to History with the rest of our class. When we got inside, everything was pretty much the same. Maps and laminated quotes covered every inch of spare space. The temperature was kept as cold as it could get. And for some odd reason, to me, it always smelled like cookies in there… Our instinct kicked in, and we all took our seats as quietly as possible. The teacher who usually taught history could be pretty scary sometimes, and a bit strict, but funny and agreeable all the same. It depended on the mood she was in.

At the front of the class stood a man. He wore a long red suit, unbuttoned to reveal a collared navy blue shirt, and slacks that were a darker shade of red. He had straight blonde hair that reached his shoulders, a zigzag hairline, and no bangs whatsoever. His posture made him look high and mighty, and he looked down on us when we were all seated.

"I am your teacher," he states coldly, "You may call me Mr. Konzern." You should probably know who it is by now, but I'll tell you anyways. It was Julian Konzern. I was strongly tempted to raise my hand and say something along the lines of: "Why beyblade and not hopscotch?" but I decided that wouldn't be very smart. I could tell Ankha had the same idea.

"Today we are learning about Juliu…s Caesar," he tells us. I smile and hope that he trips up and says "Julian" instead, and goes on some rant about the Konzern family fortune.

"Please take notes because there will be a test," he starts, "Juliu..s Caesar was a Roman dictator…" I sort of zoned out for most of Julian's speech. I just stared at him the whole time, I didn't care what he was saying. He was reading off of a paper, and didn't make many mistakes. I wonder if he knew that we already learned all of this…

"…Julius Caesar died On the Ides of March, March 15. His friend Brutus and some other people murdered him on the senate steps. Mark Antony talked about him at his funeral while Juliu..s's body burned in the background…" He shudders at this part, but moves on, "Mark Antony's speech influenced a mob to kill Brutus." I rolled my eyes. Well, when you put it that way…

When Julian was done reading the paper, you'll never guess who raised their hand! It was Luko! Wow, for a second I actually thought he would come out of this class unscathed. Hopefully he says something intelligent…

"Mr. Kon…zern? I think we already learned all of this!"

"I'm just teaching you what your teacher told me to. She looked pretty forgetful," he replies. Wow! Of all people! Julian didn't throw anything! Then again, he's probably the most sensible person we've had so far, besides Zeo, if he counts.

"Ok," Julian continues, "We have a little time left, so I personally conducted a quiz for you all." And with that, he passes out sheets of paper to everyone. The test when a bit like this:

Who is the heir to the Konzern family fortune?

Who is the sub member on the EU team?

Who are referred to as the "Twin Jewels"?

Who is your teacher for L.A.?

What is Spiral Force?

From a distance, the test looked easy enough. But it had transformed our classroom into a sea of panicked faces. Ankha and I just stared at the paper with wide eyes. Something was fishy about this; besides the fact that there was nowhere to put your name and that the test had been printed on purple construction paper.

Just to be safe, I answered all the questions, but didn't put my name on it. Everyone turned it in at the same time, mostly blank. Except Ankha. I think she did the same thing I did.

Heheh… ^^ TA-DA! Again, any ideas for math teachers?