Hi all! Sorry for the late update, I have been super busy lately, but I finally got to writing another chapter! Yay!

For this chapter, please note that the name of the teacher is made up (since I couldn't remember or find the name of the teacher in the movie), she doesn't have much of an influence to the story. Once again, please excuse the bad "line breaks," I can't exactly do much about them, sorry!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Mr Peabody and Sherman" unfortunately...

"So, today we are going to learn about Ancient Greece," the teacher started, her nasally voice echoing through the room. "Does anyone know about the Trojan War?"

Sherman's heart started pumping fast. 'Please don't talk about it, please don't talk about it!' his mind screamed, blocking out the bored voice from the teacher. He closed his eyes and tried to think happy thoughts, but each time, they shot straight back to the imagery of his reoccurring nightmare.

"Sherman!" the teacher yelled, catching Sherman's attention straight away, "are you listening?" she asked in softer voice.

"Y...yeah, sorry," he stuttered as he apologised.

"That's better," the teacher muttered. "As I was saying, the Trojan War doesn't have a specific date or year that it started or finished, in fact, no one really knows. There are three different years that people from Ancient Greek-"

'Yeah, yeah, blah, blah,' Penny thought, knowing fully about the Trojan War from her little adventure with Mr Peabody and Sherman, occurring just over a week ago. She glanced over towards Sherman and noticed something very peculiar about his body language. It seemed...different, almost tense or scared. His shoulders were raised slightly and they looked rigid, as though any movement made by him would result in disaster. 'I wonder what's wrong with Sherman...'

The class continued on, the nasally teacher talking though the eerie silence. It seemed that no one was interested, or more to the fact, the teacher made them bored.

"DING!" the bell sounded, followed by the rush of students who were awaiting for the time that lunch would start. Penny breathed a sigh of relief, the boring class was FINALLY over. As she made her way over to the oak-wooden door that lead to the corridor outside the classroom, she noticed that Sherman was still sitting there, stiff and rigid in place, staring blankly to the empty white board.

Penny slowly shuffled her way towards Sherman, and crouched in front of him. "Sherman?" she asked quietly, making sure that the teacher didn't hear. "Hello?" she gently waved her hand in front of Sherman's face, at last grasping his attention. "Are you okay?" Penny asked slowly.

A faint cloud covered Sherman's iris', until he blinked, his eyes returning to their normal shade of orange-brown. "Yeah, I'm fine, just tired," he replied, a small fake smile etching at the edges of his mouth.

Penny took none of it, easily assuming that he was lying, but passed by it anyway. "It's lunch now, we should go," she stated whilst standing back up and brushing her skirt from crinkles.

"Okay."

(LINE BREAK)

"That was the most boring history class ever, Ms Caribou was soooo boring!" Penny rolled her eyes dramatically, emphasising as much as she could.

"Oh, I definitely agree, I hated it!" Carl exclaimed with his arms flailing out from his sides, narrowly missing the legs of the table.

Meanwhile, Sherman sat with his shoulders slumped, staring at his uneaten sandwich. 'Why am I so scared? It's just a nightmare, it didn't really happen. But it could have happened, couldn't it?' Sherman's mind was racing at a million miles per hour, his was heart beating faster than average and his face was as pale as a ghost.

"Are you sure you're okay Sherman?" Penny asked again, concern taking over her features as she reached over to place a gentle hand on his back. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine," Sherman said with a sigh, leaning his elbows onto the table and rested his chin onto his cupped hands. "I really am fine."

"Hmm...I don't believe you," Penny spoke quietly, "you look really pale."

"Trust me, I'm fine," a surge of anger raised in Sherman's voice.

"Maybe you should go to the nurse-"

"I'M FINE!" Sherman snapped. His voice echoed through the cafeteria, making the nearby students turn to face the redhead. Sherman stood from the table hastily and stormed out of the cafeteria, glaring at the students that looked at him, leaving them confused and somewhat afraid. He made his way into the library just a few doors down the corridor, and found a corner among the rows of books on shelves.

He let tears stream down his face, the images of Mr Peabody dying flooding into his mind as each particle fell from his eyes.

Well that was a tad sad, sorry about that. Hopefully there will be another chapter up tomorrow night (I'm Australian so I don't know what time it'll be up for you guys). Thank you for the reviews, follows AND favourites, it sure did bring a smile onto my face. Thanks for reading!