Snippet #1895894

The morning hits the grand windows of the School of Saint Kleios’ academy. Students roll out of their beds in their dorms some more reluctantly than others. To regular outsiders they look like regular high schoolers, to the well informed they know the truth.

They are clones.

Every student roaming these halls are clones of some historical figure, infamous and famous alike, the good and the bad and the in between.

The music halls are filled with songs their originals wrote. Books are being written that people once thought the authors wouldn’t be able to write again. New theories are coming out by scientists. Some clones do not yet know their place. Others know it too well.
The clones are well provided for with exquisite food to suit their taste from vegan, to vegetarian, and everything else. There is even a small salon where they can go to get a shave and a haircut or new hair style.
But there rumors going around about a few non clones, that for the first time since the academy was created, would be allowed in. Fear and excitement mixes with the ramble, some happy, some mad, and others unsure.

Though all know one thing.

This year will most certainly be different than the others.