Madianna- George can be really sweet and emotional to write about sometimes. He's a real tearjerker...

So Rosaline and Elizabeth heard George's private confession about his feelings towards someone he's very close to. Who will they tell?

Time to meet some new characters! :-D

"You know we're all going to die today," Mercutio stated, matter-of-factly, to Hal and Richard outside in the school grounds.

"We can't die!" Hal cried. "Not at school! I wanna have some fun at least if we're going to die today!"

Richard frowned and crossed his arms. "We're not going to die, Hal, Mercutio's just being silly."

"Yes we are!" Mercutio protested indignantly.

"I've read it in those magazines! They never lie!"

Richard raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?... Well, you read too much crappy nonsense. We're not going to die today, and that's final!"

"But!-"

"Final!"

As Mercutio sulked, three people came up behind them. One tapped Richard on the back, and he gave a great big smile as Richard recognised him.

"Geoffrey!" he squealed. "Where have you been, I've haven't seen you at all today!"

Geoffrey shrugged his shoulders. "I've been having to sort out all the teachers' crap for them. Why Warwick can't do it is far beyond me…"

"Because he's an arse!" a smaller person next to Geoffrey cried out.

"Quiet, John," Geoffrey said, ignoring the pout John gave him. "God, you're such a pain. Isn't he Rich?" He turned to the third figure, which was taller than him, and rolled his eyes.

Rich shrugged his shoulders. "I don't really care…" he mumbled.

"Mummy's Boy!" Geoffrey taunted.

To John, he jeered, "Daddy's Pet! What am I, eh? The forgotten one?"

Richard frowned. "You're not forgotten, Geoff. You've got us!"

"Yeah!" Mercutio chirped. "You're our BFF no matter what!"

"Hey!" Hal objected. "What about me, Merc?!"

"Don't worry, Hal," Mercutio reassured him, you're my Partner In Crime, the ultimate BFF!"

The two high-fived.

"Booyah!" They chorused.

"Hey, don't forget me!" A voice cried out, and a pair of strong, sturdy arms wrapped themselves around Richard and Geoffrey's shoulders.

Mercutio beamed. "You too, Vicomte!"

"VALMONT!" the sturdy teen replied angrily.

"Okay! Okay! I get the point!"

George and Lennie materialised by Valmont's side. "Us too, right George?" Lennie asked.

George smiled. "Right Lennie…"

"Us too!" Hermia, Kate, Juliet, Anne and Isabel chorused, giving great big grins.

Just then, Harry came down the stairs, followed by Henry Tudor, Heathcliff, and Cathy.

Hal grinned and greeted Harry warmly, too warmly, who gasped and dropped his RE books.

"Let me get those, Harry," Hal apologised. He bent down, picked up the books and handed them back to the smaller boy, who gave a grateful smile.

"Henry Tudor!" Mercutio squealed. "Harry Plantagenet! Two Lancastrians, but loyal friends to The Gang, right guys?"

Tudor smiled a little. "Still crazy, Merc?" he grinned.

"Yep!" Mercutio beamed proudly, puffing out his chest. "Always have been, always will be!"

Richard turned to Heathcliff, who looked angry. "What's wrong, Heath?" he asked.

Heathcliff growled. "That bastard Linton's shoved his big nose in again, I hate him! Just because he's richer than me, he thinks he can go ahead and try to suck up to Cathy."

"Heathcliff, he's not that bad-" Cathy objected.

The angry teen spun round. "Not that bad?! What are you saying, Cathy?!"

"I'm just saying that-"

Heathcliff backed away. "Oh, so now you like him, do you? Well, fine. Go and hang out with the snobs and suck-ups than true friends, Cathy!"

He turned and ran off in the direction of the Design + Technology Department.

"Jeez, what's up with him?!" Mercutio asked.

"Oh, Heathcliff's like that sometimes…" Cathy stated simply. "But his possessiveness and obsession with me and getting back at the Lintons is creeping me out a bit."

"It could get dangerous," Richard warned. "Be careful."

Cathy smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. He just needs to cool down a bit."

A loud argue could be heard behind them, and The Gang turned to see what was going on.

"For the last time, Banquo, it's not superstition! What those creepy, wacked out Voodoo girls said was true! One day, I'll be running the sports stadium-"

"Yeah, but remember what they said about me, Macbeth? Remember what they said to me? You run the place, but my future son will inherit everything, and his son, and his son, and his-"

"Yeah, I know! Quit bragging about it!"

"Me!? I don't even believe in it!"

"Well if you did, then why did you even mention your prophecy up?!"

"Well, I…."

The Gang looked at each other and rolled their eyes as the two students argued, who were unknowingly attracting attention with their raised voices.

"I don't even have a son!" Banquo yelled. "I may never will!"

"What if you do though?"

"Well-"

"GUYS!" The Gang yelled, surprising the two and the other crowds around them. "Stop fighting!"

Banquo and Macbeth came over, frowning.

"What's all this hubabaloo?" Clarence, who had joined the group during the argument, asked amusedly.

"Banquo and I met these three weird voodoo cheerleader girls down by the rubbish dumpsters in the basketball court outside the cafeteria." Macbeth explained.

"And they predicted that Macbeth would own the sports stadium downtown." Banquo added. "And that I wouldn't have anything, but my future son, and his son and his etc.… would one day inherit it."

"And now we're fighting over it." Macbeth finished.

Hal burst into a fit of laughter. "Voodoo Cheerleader Girls?!" he giggled. "Down by the cafeteria?!… YOU owning the sports stadium downtown?!… Oh, please, this too rich, too rich!"

"But we did see them!" Banquo protested. "They were pretty, but looked like vampire-witches too!"

"Vampire-Witches!?" Valmont snorted, laughing uncontrollably. "Are you two on drugs or something?!"

"No!" Macbeth and Banquo cried in unison.

"We did see them!"

"Vampire-Witches and also Voodoo Cheerleader Girls!?" Mercutio awed, eyes wide and gleaming. "Cool! Can see them too? I want my future read!"

"Yeah, me too!" Clarence piped up. "I want to know if I'm gonna be filthy stinking rich when I'm older!"

"Unlikely…" Ned-Edward- snorted. His reply from Clarence was a death glare and a whack round the head with his hand.

"Guys, I don't think we should meddle with the future," Harry said cautiously. "Shouldn't we leave that for God to decide? Do we really want to know whether we die young or not?"

"Please, Harry, don't give me another God lecture…" Hal moaned. "Don't be such a baby like John. It's just a game. It's probably not even real!"

"It is!" Banquo assured him. "It's real! They predicted that Macbeth would get a grade A in his Geography exam this morning, even though he didn't revise and he sucks at it, and he did!"

"Yeah!" Macbeth added. "It's all true! Wait…" he frowned, and then gasped. "I don't suck at Geography!" He punched Banquo on the arm, and the latter laughed.

"Yes you do!" he giggled. "You don't even know where the UK is on a map!"

"That because I have difficulty in readin' small print!" he pouted, his thick Scottish accent coming through in his annoyed words.

"Can we just see these weird chicks?" Clarence interrupted. "Before break finishes and Warwick gives Hal and Merc here another detention for being two seconds late to class."

"Not another!" Hal moaned, and quickly followed Macbeth and Banquo down to cafeteria, where the "Vampire-Witches, Voodoo Cheerleader Girls' supposedly were...

So Macbeth and Banquo have been predicted many great things. Are they true?

Review please, or I'll set Mercutio on you...