A/N- It's me again. This idea of school was so weird, I know, but it kinda just popped into my head and I simply HAD to write it down. If this goes on, my story will never end. It was originally not supposed to exceed twenty chapters, but the ending never seems to come!

And if you're wondering, no, I haven't read "Antony and Cleopatra", but take stuff out of it anyway.

And here is how this school works. A particular class sits in only ONE classroom, and teachers enter and leave the class, while the class stays in its stationary place. The teachers come into the classrooms when they have to teach and the students only leave their classrooms during break. Okay, I'm getting a little repetitive. Here's what the timetable is like-

1. period one

2. period two

3. period three

4. Cookie break (my own marvellous invention)

5. period four

6. period five

7. Lunch break

8. period six

9. period seven

10. period eight

One period lasts half an hour, Cookie break lasts fifteen minutes, and lunch break half an hour. Lucky kids, I just get a twenty minute break…

So, here's the next chapter.

Enjoy!

As the next teacher was being waited for, Portia decided to impress everyone by lifting a really big table with one finger (she has super powers, remember?). No one quite noticed her, because they were busy with more important matters, like throwing things (chalk and dusters) around the class or trying to hit ten to twenty people with a single paper-ball.

Instead of the biology teacher, Shakespeare walked right in.

'No no,' he said, 'I am not here for teaching. I am the principal of this school and have an announcement.'

'Boooooooooooo!' said the class.

'It's that a single classroom cannot hold the thousands of you people,' said Shakespeare, 'so we have decided to construct many classrooms. You all will be divided by the plays you are in.

'You will get your time-tables and locations at the end of today,' Shakespeare continued, 'so, till then, goodbye.'

He walked out, leaving the class in chaos.

'Does that mean,' Portia asked, walking back to her seat, 'that it's just going to be us, and the Julius Caesar guys in a single class?'

'That's what the boss said,' said Caius.

'So, that'll be,' Brutus started to count on his fingers, 'one, two, three…eight kids in our class?'

'You're forgetting the Roman citizens, and the other conspirators and people, Bru,' Caius told him, 'there'll be an entire city in this class-,'

His sentence, however, was disrupted by Antony's scream.

'BUT WHERE DO I GO!!!!' he bellowed, 'THEY CANNOT SEPARATE ME FROM CLEOPATRA AND JOOOO!'

'It's better not to have attachments,' Octavius wisely stated.

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' shrieked Antony, pulling both his girlfriend and best friend into a tight hug.

'Its okay, Mark Antony,' said Cleopatra, disgruntled with her lover's pathetic behaviour, 'we were getting along pretty fine even without school.'

Antony started to sob uncontrollably, and made Cleopatra swear, at least twenty thousand and three times, that she would be with him forever, and would never leave him or try to seduce Octavius or Caesar or any other powerful and influential person.

'Okay, I promise,' said Cleopatra, 'I love you more than Julius, I had one only kid with him and three with you; does not that prove my love?'

'Waaaaaaaaaaah!' cried Antony. Caesar quickly handed him his favourite handkerchief.

'Or Octavius,' continued Cleopatra, 'he didn't fall for me, no matter how hard I tried.' To Octavius, she mouthed, 'How gay are you?'

'BUT YOU TRIED!' shrieked Antony.

Caius pulled out some cotton from his pockets (which he always kept in case of emergencies) and passed it around so that everyone had something to stuff into their ears.

But at that very moment, the Biology teacher arrived. He was a man, a real man and not a robot.

'I may look like a man,' said the teacher, 'but I am an illusion created by that weird black thing at the back of the class. Too many robots get boring.'

Everyone turned around to look at "that weird black thing". It stood there, big, black and shiny, reflecting all the light that came upon it. It was also very ugly.

'I am in charge of your biology,' said the teacher, 'and I will teach you the very basics in this class. Everything is made of cells.'

'Wow,' gasped the class. They meant it sarcastically, of course, but illusions, like the teacher that stood in front of the class, do not understand the very beauty of sarcasm.

'Thank you, children,' he said.

'Your welcome!' This statement was, of course, also sarcastic.

'I should introduce myself, I believe,' said the teacher, 'I have no name, for illusions normally don't. You can refer to me as simply Professor, or "that weird teacher who isn't even real", for that is what most call me. I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a blue tie, grey pants, and a buttoned yellow shirt. I am also surprisingly handsome for someone unreal.'

The class' comments grew more and more sarcastic as time passed, and towards the end of the class, the teacher had tears of joy in his eyes, 'You are so much nicer than I thought you would be.'

Just before he had faded away, he had nearly dissolved in his tears. But that could also have been the effects they used to make him disappear. Illusions always disappear in the end, and usually with innumerable effects. Very cool ones.

Then it was break.

There was a rush towards the playground, where everyone got free cookies and milk. Most people drained their milk down the drain, and took extra cookies.

Portia, Brutus, Caius and Casca headed towards the swings.

'I so love school,' said Portia.

'Bleah,' said Caius.

'Schools okay,' said Brutus, shrugging as if to say he had no opinion.

Casca was still asleep, and had only managed to reach the swings through sleep-walking.

'Ahh,' said Portia, 'I need the loo, I would've asked one of you to accompany me, but you're all guys, so well, see you. I'll be back in ten minutes.'

And she was gone.

Caius and Brutus looked nervously at each other (A/N - I am listening to "Nothing at all" by Ronan Keating right now. Lalalala….)

'What honestly did you think of school?' Caius asked, giving an involuntary blush, wishing that the stupid author wouldn't listen to romantic songs while writing about him.

'It's okay,' said Brutus, 'we used to go to school too in Rome, though I don't remember it.'

'You were, like, a little baby,' said Caius, grinning, and thinking - turn that stupid song off, you freakin' author!

'I was only a little younger than you,' said Brutus.

'Five years seemed so much when we were young,' said Caius.

'I know,' said Brutus.

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Cassius' POV

I don't know what to say now. Portia is so easy to talk to, but look at Brutus. He makes you wonder what the author's problem is.

'School was a weird idea though,' I say, not admitting that I had cried my heart out this morning over it. It was scary at first, but I guess its okay now, since I have my friends with me.

'I wonder what'll happen when we go back to earth,' says Brutus, 'now that I think of it, I'm scared.'

'It'll be alright,' I say, consoling him like he's a stupid two-year old.

'How can you be so sure?' asks Brutus, 'I've gotten used to this place.'

'Nothing's constant and you know it,' I say, 'there's nothing we can do to stop the continuation of our lives.'

'And where did you get all this wisdom from?'

'My god-mother told me,' I say, 'she said that keeping us here would be more like punishing us. We'd never grow or understand anything, like the purpose of life, and how to attain Nirvana.'

'But I honestly don't want to leave this.'

'That's what we think now,' I say, 'remember when we thought we'd never see each other again? At the battle of Phillipi? I thought it was our final goodbye, but it wasn't. And when our time here ends, because time always seems to be too short, I know it won't be the last time I see you. Maybe on earth, or maybe in death even, maybe a million, maybe a billion years later we shall meet. Because no matter how cruel the universe may be, it will not, it can not, take you away from me. It didn't when it had its chance (A/N – Don't you think you should be thanking someone for this, Cassius?????), and it won't now.'

'You think?'

'I think. When we died last time, our lives only became better. We thought we would die, but now I understand, there's no such thing as death. We just see things from a different perspective. We cried over things that never matter, when on earth, but tell me Brutus, from here, do those things seem even the tiniest bit significant? In a way yes, they affected history, and changed us; we're not whom we used to be, but in a way they don't matter, because now, it's just history; none of it really happened, it was all an illusion.'

'Um, what?'

'I don't know, Bru. I'm just trying to say that you'll never leave me, and I don't have words for it, really, Brutus, I don't. It'll always be either your presence or memories that will be next to me, and they, or you will give me strength and guidance, and I will know that I can never be on the losing side because I have noble Brutus by my side.'

Brutus gives me a small smile at the use of the word "noble". I grin right back.

'You used to be noble Brutus,' I say, 'and you still are, and you always will be. The people of Rome changed their opinion from "noble" to "not noble", but my view of you has always been the same, I've always given you the respect that I believe you deserve, and I've always thought of you as a good, erm, friend.' I don't express all that I feel inside.

'Um, thank you?'

'It's okay,' I say, 'you don't have to say anything. Your silence seems much wiser than your words, or at least to me it does.'

I've always looked at you as my guiding light Brutus, and I have always felt more for you than I have expressed, I have done more than simply respected you, I have loved you ever since I laid eyes on you, and mysteriously, even before that. We knew each other since even before we met each other at Rome; we've known each other for eternity, though you might not remember that. We were created together, at the very beginning of time, and we were destined to spend all of eternity together. I know, Marcus Junius Brutus, I can feel it.

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Brutus' POV

Why is Cassius making me feel so stupid?

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Portia walked back to the swings, where Brutus and Caius were staring hopelessly at each other. Casca was still peacefully asleep.

'Hem, hem,' coughed Portia.

'Wha-er-hi?' said Brutus, snapping out of his dream-like phase at once.

Caius stared at the sand on the floor, feeling as guilty as a man was capable of feeling. He could almost feel the fairy god-mother laughing loudly, wherever she was (in his head probably…he realized with a jolt that she was also his conscience and could read his mind.).

'I am back,' Portia announced.

'We noticed,' said Caius, and then, unable to think of anything else to say, spat out, 'I need more cookies.'

The teachers had finally gotten pissed of giving extra cookies to everyone there was, and had announced cruelly that no more cookies would be given out, no matter how many tears were shed.

'I knew you'd want more,' said Portia, 'I saved you one.' She conjured a cookie out of her pocket and handed it to her friend, who happily took it and swallowed it whole within a fraction of a second.

'I want more,' he said, and quickly stole Casca's cookies while he was asleep. He couldn't miss what he never knew existed, Caius wisely thought.

'What now?' Portia asked.

'You mean, like, what do we do?' Caius asked.

Portia nodded, as Brutus suggested, 'hopscotch.'

Brutus' horrific idea, was, of course, ignored, so the three just talked about crazy random things, like whether the Power puff girls were real or not; the discussion of the year.

The bell rang, school resumed.

The next period was literature, for which Shakespeare himself walked into the class.

'I am going to teach you literature,' he said, 'which is a good thing, because I am going to teach you what I wrote!'

A writer teaching his own works; that could get interesting.

'It is your lucky day, Julius Caesar characters,' he said, 'for I am going to teach you a play about yourselves.'

This cheered Caius up, who said, 'yay!'

The play, however, was extremely complex. Insane complicated words (probably Latin) popped out of nowhere, and the only person who understood what was being said was Brutus. Caius scratched his head and bit his nails, and Portia repeated the wonderful word, 'what?' every two minutes or so.

'But who is Flavius?' Caius asked, 'and does that cobbler guy have a mental disorder?'

'What's a tribunal?' Portia wondered.

'Republics rule,' thought Brutus, imagining people voting. He did this all the time, and it had, till date, never failed to cheer him up.

Titinius fingered his tie, wondering when his role would come, and Octavius was just grumpy.

'Julius Caesar! Phooey!' he thought, 'This play should have been named "Augustus".'

He raised his hand.

'Yes?' said Shakespeare.

'Can you explain the significance of the title?' he said.

'Well,' said Shakespeare, checking the guide-book, 'um, ah…here it is. It's because Julius Caesar is the force that keeps this play driven. His ghost-,'

'But I win in the end,' argued Octavius.

'No, no, Caesar's spirit wins-,' said Shakespeare, but this time, he was interrupted by Caius, who was of the opinion that the play should have been named after him.

'I mean,' he said, 'I started the conspiracy after all. I let Brutus lead because I, um, was nice.'

'I think it should be named, "Portia, daughter of Cato, wife of Brutus",' said Portia very seriously.

'No way, "Augustus",' Octavius said, puffing his chest out, 'for I won-,'

'Caesar's spirit-,' began Shakespeare.

'WITH ATE HOT AND ALL THAT, BY HIS SIDE, RAGING FOR REVENGE!' Antony cried, 'CIVIL WAR! MOTHER'S INFANTS QUARTERED AT THE HANDS OF WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

'Ew,' said Portia, aghast at Antony's words, 'that's disgusting!!!! You foul-mouthed bast-,'

Cleopatra chucked a duster at Portia's head for insulting her boyfriend, and then said, 'it should be called "Antony and Cleo-," no "Cleopatra and Antony", no less.'

'But I already have a play after you,' said poor Shakespeare.

'And you weren't even in this play! I was the most influential woman in it!' snapped Portia, 'you were only sleeping with Caesar in the background.'

'So?' said Cleopatra, 'I was one of the main reasons you guys, the conspirators, killed him!'

Brutus said something about an adder and the sun, and about a ladder and climbing.

Julius Caesar said something about the pole star.

Chaos flourished in class, and more dusters, chalk, and paper-balls were thrown, at each other, at the big black ugly thing at the back of the class, at the teacher, at everything ever.

Shakespeare was so relieved when the bell rang, he sighed such a great sigh that the air that came out of his nose blew Octavius' funny hat like thing (was it a crown, coronet, or simply stupid leaves?) out of the window.

A/N- I wasn't feeling particularly funny today, because I had to make a Maths project in two days. The other classes (class nine has four sections. By other classes, I mean, other sections. One section has about forty-eight kids) had gotten it before the winter vacations, but our teacher FORGOT to give it to us, and remembered after the final exams ended, and told us to make it in two days. TWO DAYS, I TELL YOU!!!! that's why there's not much humour in this; I was nervous about the crappy project.

And why won't this story end? If it continues till when my school starts, when I'll be the busiest person alive, not getting even one hour free a day, chapter's will come out at a very very slow pace. I must finish this before the first of April somehow. Stupid freakin' board year.

And yes, I hate milk and love cookies. If you believe that its wrong to waste food and were seriously offended about everyone draining their milk, then, it's just a story!!!! No big deal!!!

Tell me if you find mistakes. (Please please please)

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