Disclaimer: Ya, I just felt like writing a story based on a Shakespeare play…so all of the characters won't be mine, except for Adam and Emma.

Actually I think I'll mix a few of them, people from the merchant of Venice, Othello, and Romeo & Juliet, just because they're my favorites! Lol! Anyways please review!

A Shakespearian Act

Emma raced down the hall as fast as she could, she had a grand total of 30 seconds to get to class before the bell rang and she would be counted late… again. She honestly hated her stupid English class I mean really, when would she EVER need to know what happened to Romeo in a stupid play or were Homer went on his Journey with the Odyssey. In all, it was a completely pointless class. Now she was racing to it holding 4 books and with a heavy book bag bouncing on her back as she ran. Just as she was 10 feet away from the door the bell rang and her teacher (who never really liked her in the first place) slammed the door shut allowing Emma to nearly slam into it!

Emma stopped, rolling her eyes, and slowly pushed open the door. "Late again Mrs. Emma," said Mrs. Watson with a wide smirk on her face, "This is the 4th time you've been late, do you know what that means?"

Emma rolled her eyes again, "Ya, I know what that means, so what's it going to be, hot oil or the stocks?" She said. The whole class burst out into laughter. Mrs. Watson now had an angry expression on her face, "Well, Emma, it means that you will have ISS for this class today and, for the that smart remark just now you will have detection after school today." Now they were even, a smart remark to a teacher and you get detention and ASD. What a lucky day Emma thought to herself as Mrs. Watson held out the yellow slip admitting her to the in school detenchin room.

Emma walked down the hall slowly and defeated. Head hung down low; she entered the dark and gloomy room. It reminded her of the old torture chambers of the early 1500's, now there was something her teacher should teach them about! She sat down at the desk furthest away from the teachers in the room. Last time she was sent to this room (yesterday) the teacher wouldn't stop asking how her hair look and how her makeup looked and on and on. Emma usually learned from her mistakes.

Emma plopped into the desk's chair and put her head down, she was always tired during first period anyways, so now she would just have time to sleep, she would need her rest for her ASD after school today (This one was for a different teacher). Soon, however, she found herself in a deep and restful sleep.

That was until a load clanking noise awoke her swiftly. She sat up with a start only to find herself in a totally different room that really WAS a 1500's torture chamber or at least it looked like one.

"So THIS is were they put the kids who fall asleep during class…" she said looking around curiously. She looked down at her cloths and realized that everything was completely different, her feet were bare, she was wearing a dress that strongly resembled rags with a corset on the outside, in her long black hair was a scarlet scarf woven into a braid that ran all the way down her back.

Emma ran her hand across the slimy brick next to her. She walked up a large ramp to a door that was locked from the outside. She tired to pull it open even though she knew that there was no way it was going to come open by her feeble strength.

"HELLO!" Emma's voice echoed through the dark, empty room. "HELLO-" she yelled loader but was cut off by a deep voice that echoed from the back of the room. "Who's there?" Emma yelled through the cover of darkness.

"Who art thou?" the voice responed. Emma could now tell the general direction from witch the voice was coming.

"I asked you first!" She said squinting to try to see who or what was talking to her, the effort failed.

"Well I asked thou second so what difference dose it make?"

"The POLITE thing to do would be to tell me who 'thou art'." Emma responed mocking the accent the man's voice held.

"Thou dare mock me! I am lord Othello and thou shall pay for such insolence!"

Emma burst out in laughter, "Okay, okay!" she took a breath, "I'm on to this stupid joke! Just let me out and I won't tell my mother to sue the school!" She looked around again, "What is this place anyways… the basement or something? Dose our school have a basement?" she trailed off.

"Art thou stupid? Dost thou know how much trouble thou art in?"

"Okay!" Emma said now really erritated, "Cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on!"

These words had barely passed her lips when the door she was standing beside unlocked and swung open knocking her off the ramp, she fell and slammed against the floor with a load thump. Othello ran out from his hiding place n the shadows and grabbed her. Then with one hand over her mouth and the other around her waist he dragged her back into the darkness of his corner.

"For the love of god, if thou hath never been quiet before let thee be quiet now." He whispered into her ear as he pushed back a large brick and pushed her into the dark cave there. A guard with a tourch entered the room just as Othello squeezed into the dark space with Emma.

"OTHELLO!" an angry voice shoted from behined the now covered cavity in the wall. The voice lashed out again, but Othello made no response. Instead he eased Emma further into the cavity.

"Were are we going?" Emma whispered barely audiable.

"Just keep crawling until you feel a large stone in front of your face." He whispered and crawled closely behined her.

When she came to the stop in the wall it really surprised her, she ran right into it. "Othello," she whispered, "I think I found the stop in the wall." Othello pushed her aside up against the wall and crawled past her.

He rubbed his hands all over the black wall until finally he found a notch wich, when pulled, allowed the wall to move away revealing the dark sky.