"Oh," Chelsea whaled, "My God. Are they rats?"

"No," Lucy snapped, "They're little furry elephants, what do you reckon?"

"Rats?" Rosë heard Bianca ask before peering around her to look ahead of them. "Oh nah, nah, nah! I don't do rats, yeah? That's more Zoë's bag!"

"I'm actually highly allergic to rats, and cling film, and pumpkin seed." Zoë admitted nervously.

"Yeah, right!" Bianca snapped.

"She's not kidding," Rosë defeneded her cousin, "She blows up like a balloon if she even touches something they touched before her."

"Nahsty," Bianca muttered.

"Oh, well, never mind." Annabelle remarked. Rosë furrowed her brow at the Head Girl. "We'll just tell the guys back at school we didn't finish the job cos it was a bit dark, and a bit cold, and someone saw a hamster."

"Ew," Annabelle flashed the light on the head Posh Totty.

"Chelsea," she snapped, "What about your Malibu beach house?" Annabelle shined her flashlight on Lucy, "What about the all-girl moon mission?" She flashed her flashlight back on everyone else, "Do we really want that pig Pomfrey and the AD1 lot to get the treasure? Cos I know I don't." Rosë then heard Annabelle squeak as she ducked down to walk through the short tunnel.

The girls followed their Head Girl one by one until they were all through. They continued down the tunnel until they turned a corner and came to a dead end. Everyone let out a disappointed sigh.

"Um…" Annabelle spoke to the girls on the other side of their ear pieces, "We may need more time." Rosë reached over and stopped her cousin from banging her head on the brick wall. The Emo snarled until she realized it was her. Then she settled on a dark glare, something Rosë had become accustomed to over the years.

Chelsea walked to the front and began pushing against some brick individually. "Chelsea," Rosë asked, irritated at her daft friend, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for a secret door," her friend replied, "Places like this always have a secret door."

"Oh, Chelsea, you truly are–" Lucy began, but was cut off by the bricks sliding aside.

Chelsea smirked at the head Geek when she turned around, "Truly am, what? Smarter than your average brainless slapper?"

"Yeah," Lucy replied, "Smarter than the average brainless slapper." Lucy smiled at the light brunette.

"Oh, you better believe it." Chelsea replied before going about shoving the bricks father apart so they could get through.

X

"Has anyone got a lighter?" Bianca whispered, and was surprised by Rosë holding up a pink one, monogramed with her initials in silver. The Rude Girl raised her eyebrows at the Posh Totty in question.

"What?" she asked confused, "There are a lot of candles in the boudoir and we don't like keeping matches."

Bianca took the lighter and turned back to the torch and lit it. She took it out of where it was perched before heading forward. Rosë followed.

"What kind of place is this?" Corpse Kisser asked.

"Look at all of the costumes," Rosë commented in awe.

"This must have been part of the old Globe," Lucy concluded.

"Keep it going," Annabelle replied into her earpiece, "Whatever it takes." They then continued into a room with ornate double doors.

At the front of the room sat a chest, and everyone quickly made their way over to it. Annabelle and Lucy knelt down in front of it. Annabelle jostled the padlock before Lucy said it was locked. "Hurry uhp!" Bianca snapped.

"Patience is a virtue," Annabelle sang nervously.

"It's also a luxury we don't have time for, Annabelle." Rosë snapped anxiously in reply, squeezing in between the Head Girl and Head Geek.

She examined the lock briefly, before asking for the ring. "I've got it," Lucy said before pulling it out of her back pocket and handing it to Rosë. The sixth year Posh Totty fit the ring into the lock and grinned when it fit perfectly.

"Would you like to do the honors?" She asked Annabelle, who nodded with an ecstatic grin. The Head Girl turned the ring in the lock and everyone cheered quietly when the lock fell away and they could open the chest.

Once the chest was open, it was found that it was empty. "Whuh the?" Bianca asked. Everyone huffed angrily.

"You have got to be kidding me," Zoë groaned.

"What's this?" Annabelle asked sadly, reaching down into the trunk and pulling out a leather bound book, "There's a little note."

"Oh yay!" Bianca cheered sarcastically.

"Treasure hunter," Annabelle read aloud, "Come for nought. It seems your dreams have fallen short."

"Though pirate I may have been," Chelsea read, "I ventured for a change of scene. Resolving too to change my ways, from sailing seas to mounting plays."

"Writing many in this room, with Shakespeare as a nom de plume," Lucy read.

"A nom de what?"

"Nom de plume, it's like a pseudonym," Rosë explained, only confusing Bianca more. "A false name a writer uses so they don't get hounded by fans or receive hate face to face."

"That would mean…" Lucy and Annabelle shared a look before looking around the room. "No, it can't be." The Head Geek looked back down at the note.

"Pirate Fritton was Shakespeare," Annabelle realized with a grin.

"Oh my God," Chelsea mimed the saying.

"That means I'm Shakespeare," Annabelle spoke in shock.

"Hang on, hang on," Lucy remarked, and continued to read the not, "In lieu of gold, I humbly pray, you'll kindly take my final play."

Rosë reached forward and opened the leather bound book. "Oh my God," she gasped at the cover page in side. "Queen Lear: My Last and Final Play", it read. Everyone around her stared in awe at it.

"And while indeed you find it hard," Annabelle continued to read, "To credit that I was the Bard, the timely truth may no unfurl, that all the while I was…" Annabelle trailed off and stared in disbelief.

"What is it, Annabelle?' Rosë asked.

"A girl," Annabelle finished.

Rosë's jaw dropped, her hot pink painted lips forming a perfect 'O' shape. "A guwrl?" Bianca remarked astonished. "Wicked," she added with a grin.

Lucy started to hyperventilate, "Shakespeare was a girl, oh my god."

"The bard was a bird," Zoë remarked. "I love it." She teared up at the beauty. Rosë chuckled at her cousin.

"A woman," Chelsea spoke in awe, "A woman wrote the Bible." She spoke. Rosë face palmed at her friend's daftness.

Bianca pointed at her temple, miming that the girl really needed to think before she spoke; Rosë just laughed with Annabelle at the head Posh Totty's blondeness.