A/N- It's me again. Thanks to those who reviewed.

Caius yawned widely, and his godmother did the same next to him. The "Augustus" movie was still playing, and Caius' bowl was being refreshed with ice-cream continuously, about every ten minutes or so, from his freezer.

'What's with this movie anyway?' the fairy finally asked grumpily.

'That's Octavius,' Caius pointed out, 'he's a peevish schoolboy.'

'I'm bored,' said the fairy, 'lets play scrabble or chess or something.'

Caius was shocked at the mere idea, 'but that's so ew.'

'It'll be good for your brain, and will improve your vocabulary,' the fairy pointed out, flinching at the use of the word "ew", 'you're growing up now, and there's still room for improvement.'

'But I'm perfect,' insisted Caius.

'That statement only shows your immaturity and childishness,' said the fairy, 'now, I would suggest school-,'

'BUT BABIES GO TO SCHOOL!!!' screamed Caius, tears falling hard and fast from his eyes. "School" was one of those rare words that made him burst into tears upon simply hearing it. The other two words were "eggplant" and "knife".

'Its okay, Cas,' the fairy hurriedly said, afraid that she had hurt her god-son's feelings, 'now, there's absolutely no reason to cry…'

'The other kids make fun of me!' Caius screeched, his shrill voice penetrating into the quiet cold-night air.

'Good boys don't cry,' the fairy moaned, and then decided to change the subject. Caius' tears were falling on her brand-new dress and spoiling it. That's how huge his tears were. She took in a deep-breath and said, 'okay, let's go get more chocolate…'

Caius' tears vanished almost instantly, and he tried to smile. His face was still all blotchy from the crying, but he managed to stand up to get chocolate bars for himself and his god-mother from the kitchen.

While he was gone (for getting the chocolate), the fairy murmured to herself, 'how will I break it to him?'

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Portia and Brutus

'Mark,' said Portia, 'check out what's in this envelope…' she tore the pink and yellow envelope in her hands and read out,

'Dear Marcus Brutus and Portia Catonis,

With the knowledge that you are growing and that your souls can now evolve and prepare themselves for your life on earth (which is where you shall be reborn after your time here ends), the Government has decided to finally do something with the taxes you pay.

"Heavenly Veavenly School" is being launched, and will operate from next Tuesday at 56/4 "Palm and Coconut" Road, opposite the bank. All of you shall be put into the same classes, where you shall learn the following subjects:-

1. Compulsory

a. Mathematics (trigonometry, arithmetic, algebra, commercial mathematics, statistics, geometry and multiplication tables)

b. Chemistry

c. Biology

d. Physics

e. Literature

f. History

g. Geography

h. Environmental Studies (Save the ozone)

i. The adverse effects of smoking (Health class)

2. Optional (any two to be chosen)

a. Art

b. Physical Education

c. Music

d. Dance

e. Chinese/Japanese/French/Sanskrit/German

We would be obliged to your greatness forever if you came. We, are, of course, only joking; coming to school is both compulsory and necessary, and if you don't come, you will be uneducated and no one will talk to you.

A free and nutritious lunch will be provided during the lunch-break.

Yours faithfully,

Arushi

The big boss.'

'So, I guess we'll have to go then,' said Brutus. Finally, something to do.

'This is so great,' said Portia happily, 'I can't wait to tell Cas, I wonder what subjects he will take.'

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Cassius

A cold cruel shriek pierced into the night. Someone had received his letter.

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Tuesday

'I cannot believe I am actually going,' cried Caius. He was wearing the worst school uniform ever. A white shirt with grey trousers. And a blue tie. A horrible ugly blue tie. His hair had been washed and combed, and his shoes were highly polished. He looked so neat and clean that merely looking into the mirror made him feel nauseous and sick.

'I can't go, I have a fever. A million and one degrees,' said Caius, but his god-mother wasn't in the mood for listening.

'You will go and my decision is final,' she said.

'But this is just pure betrayal,' said Caius.

'No it isn't,' said the fairy, 'you need a good education, for which I, your legal guardian am responsible.'

'What if someone beats me u-?' he couldn't finish his sentence. The school bus had arrived and his god-mother quickly pushed him into it and handed him an apple and said, 'now be a good boy for me and eat that apple.'

He nodded, looking extremely surly, and tried to stop his eyes from leaking and pouring out litres of water like a broken tap. He already had a plan. If someone asked him why he was crying, he would but cleverly reply that there was something in his eye. The plan of the century…he prided himself for it.

But no one asked him why he was crying (at that particular moment), because the very next second he heard a roar.

'CAESAR CANNOT COME TO SCHOOL! HE IS TOO SMART!'

'No, Ju,' Antony tried to console him, as they both got on to the bus, 'education is a necessity.'

'Not for mighty Caesar-,'

Caius sucked in a huge breath of air to cover up his sobs, and hurried away from his enemies before they could see his pitiable condition.

'Cas, over here!' Portia called out from the back of the bus, where she, Brutus, and Casca were sitting, indicating the seat next to her. Caius grinned gratefully.

'Isn't this exciting?' she asked him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

'I don't know,' said Caius, shrugging nonchalantly, trying to cover up any emotion.

'Cassius, have you been crying?' asked Brutus, noticing his bloodshot eyes.

'Nah, something in my eye,' sniffled Caius.

Brutus still looked doubtful, but Caius tried to ignore that.

'Free lunch,' said Casca gloomily, 'the pamphlet said that it would be nutritious, and that's a definite no-no to pizza.'

'Yeah,' said Caius, and sat down between Portia and Casca.

'I think school was a brilliant idea,' said Portia, 'everyone is coming. I wonder who will teach us.'

'Shakespeare maybe,' Caius suggested, taking a large bite off his apple.

'He can't possibly teach everything,' said Portia, 'maybe just like one subject, or two.'

And the bus went on to school.

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Period 1. Maths

The teacher walked in.

The teacher was a mechanical robot with framed spectacles and an Einstein wig. He looked extremely amusing, and had a metallic body, but not just a metallic body, he was made of the finest metal to be found in the universe, an alloy made of Arushium and Lalaium, two metals not found on the earth nor discovered by earthlings.

The children (eighteen year olds will be counted as kids, right?) gazed at him with awe and deep respect.

'Wow,' whispered Caius.

'My name,' said the robot in his automatic voice, 'is Professor Robo Dude, and I will be in charge of your Maths and Physics for this semester. I have been trained at Harvard and Oxford and every other university there is, so be warned, I am extremely intelligent. I do not tolerate disobedience and insubordination in my class, and can shoot you with my laser-eye, or one of the ten thousand guns loaded in my right arm,' he shot a hole into the ceiling simply to prove his point, 'however the principal, the precious principal, of this stupid precious educational-institution, does not allow this. He believes in love and understanding, and not in violence, which is my belief.'

'Cool,' said everyone, admiring his hair-do and bright red eye (the right one) and bright yellow eye (the left one).

'Last warnings everyone,' the robot mechanically continued, 'the word "cool" is not tolerated in this class.'

'Wow,' his class chorused.

'And nor is "wow",' said the robot, shooting yet another hole into the ceiling.

'Dude,' screamed a kid as loudly as his scrawny neck would allow, 'that is, like, so awesome!'

This infuriated the Robot to such an extent that his right leg fell off. A mechanic was called to repair it and the class was dismissed and allowed to play on the playground with the see-saws and swings.

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Period 2. Chemistry

The class quickly found seats. Portia sat with Brutus, Casca with Caius, Titinius with Octavius, and the famous Caesar with Antony.

'Hello?' Lepidus cried out, 'I EXIST!!!!!' but no one sat next to him, but then he found a really pretty blond girl from some other Shakespearean play, sat next to her, and stuck his tongue out at Antony and Octavius.

A very motherly looking robot walked into the class. She had a curly blond wig and pillows stuffed inside her clothes to give her the "fat" look. Her eyes were sparkly blue and very clearly and carelessly drawn with a cheap glitter pen.

'My name,' said the robot kindly, 'is Mrs. GoluMolu, and I will be teaching you the extremely interesting subject of chemistry this ENTIRE semester.' She seemed to be filled till the brim with glee and anticipation. The very idea of teaching so many children made her want to shriek with joy. But, however, wanting to keep her dignity, she didn't.

'Now class,' she went on. Her voice wasn't one bit mechanical like their previous teacher's, but soft and womanly, 'isn't this exciting?'

The children, who had been expecting someone like their previous professor, were upset to see that the new teacher wasn't half as cool. Fat, salty tears of disappointment were pouring out of poor Antony's eyes, and he, once more, had to borrow his friend's frilly pink handkerchief to keep himself under control. Caius was staring at the teacher in pure shock, the old teacher had been so awesome, this one had two eyes of the exact same colour, even if they were of different sizes. Portia was staring at her through narrowed eyes and Brutus with bored ones. Casca was already asleep.

'Now,' said the teacher, oblivious to her student's disinterest, 'I love you all equally and prefer not to have favourites-,'

This statement disappointed Octavius to a great extent, he was already making plans in his head on how to woo the teacher and get on her good side.

'But that does not mean,' she continued, 'that you are exempted from doing the daily homework that I give you, and that you will not revise everything I teach you once you go back home, because your exams are just round the corner-,'

'That's a silly thing to say on the first day,' Caius pointed out to Casca, but then realizing that his friend was asleep, decided not to disturb him.

'And I expect you to perform very well in them,' she said, trying to open her eyes wide in order to make herself look scary. It is needless to say that she didn't manage, seeing how her eyes were drawn and not one bit real, 'and if you fail to live up to my expectations, you will all get a GOOD smacking!'

Portia managed to roll her eyes, as Brutus looked nervously at her hard metallic hands. Caius yawned very widely and openly, and Casca remained asleep. Titinius stared at the teacher, as if daring her to smack him, and Octavius decided that he had to woo this teacher; if not on her good side, he was a goner. Antony mouthed a "wow", and decided that he did like this teacher after all (Cleopatra kept throwing the teacher jealous looks…was that wretched machine trying to steal her boyfriend?), and Caesar just smiled; no one could defeat the great Caesar, let alone smack him.

'Now!' she barked, snapping out of her motherly nature at once, as that was exactly what she was programmed to do, 'open your books to page a million and ten-thousand and one!'

The class opened their books, and in the meantime the teacher took the pillows out from under her clothes and threw them into the bin. She was stick thin and an anorexic. The pillows had been to put the class off their guard so that she could suddenly jump out of her shell and scare them.

Little did she know that she could never beat Prof. Robo Dude, her number one rival.

'We have opened our books,' the class announced.

'Good children,' she said, then paused, then continued, 'I was lying. You are not good, and shall never be, unless you get sufficient marks in the forthcoming exams, which I highly doubt.'

This amused the class, and Cleopatra let out a shrill giggle.

'Have you something to say, Missy Egypt?' the robot turned to Cleopatra.

'I think you are so silly,' said the once-monarch-of-Egypt, standing up and tossing her shiny black hair behind her, 'you think you can charm my boyfriend, you think that we, that is, I, cannot live up to, what do you call them – your "expectations". My my, you are so stupid. You think you know everything about chemistry; well, I can spend ten million sesterces on a dinner, I bet I can.' (Go down to A/N, extra stuff - 1.)

'Whatever,' said the robot, 'I neither know nor care to know what a sesterce is, and you should better respect your teacher. I care not whether you were queen, king, princess or the Pope of Egypt, I want you to pay attention in my class.'

'My bet!' shrieked Cleopatra.

'She's gonna order a cup of strong vinegar, dissolve her pearl in it, and drink it. TA DA!' said Antony, who had lost more than once to this bet.

'Whatever Mr. Antony,' said the teacher, giving him a soft smile nevertheless.

Cleopatra jumped at her and clawed at her like a cat. She was pushed off, and then she glared at Antony. Someone was going to do the dishes for the rest of his life. He had told the teacher about her "vinegar plan" and had allowed her to flirt with him.

Antony sighed, why was his girlfriend so possessive? She had slept with Caesar, and had had a son with him, and he not once complained. ('That was different!' shrieked Cleopatra that very night after they were home.) (Go down to A/N, extra stuff - 2.)

Cleopatra walked with her head held high to her seat. Damn that wretched thing that called itself a teacher! Damn its nerves!

Antony spared a moment to take his eyes of the black-board to look at his Egyptian monarchical girlfriend; she looked so pretty when angry, with all that heat radiating from her.

'Now,' said the teacher, 'I see you have opened your books. Well, read what you've opened already!'

After they had read it, the teacher explained what they had just read, and they, obviously, didn't understand a word of her explanation. Ten pages of homework were set up.

The bell rang, she left, and Cleopatra growled in her cat-like way behind her back.

A/N- I know, Robo Dude rocks!!!! And GoluMolu means "round", even though she's really thin.

And do tell me if you find any mistakes in this chapter, because I sense there might be.

EXTRA STUFF-

1. There are a number of unverifiable but famous stories about Cleopatra, of which one of the best known is that, at one of the lavish dinners she shared with Antony, she playfully bet him that she could spend ten million sesterses on a dinner. He accepted the bet. The next night, she had a conventional, unspectacular meal served; he was ridiculing this, when she ordered the second course — only a cup of strong vinegar. She then removed one of her priceless pearl earrings, dropped it into the vinegar, allowed it to dissolve, and drank the mixture.

2. Cleopatra became the supreme ruler of Egypt, consummated a liaison with Gaius Julius Caesar that solidified her grip on the throne, and, after Caesar's assassination, aligned with Mark Antony, with whom she produced twins. In all, Cleopatra had four children, one by Caesar (Caesarion) and three by Antony (Cleopatra Selene, Alexander Helios, Ptolemy Philadelphus).

(Information taken from wikipedia)