Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Author

It would only seem real for a second as the man would close in on our dead bodies. He would realize that I'm still breathing, ultimately shooting me in the end. I feel a nudge come from my right side where Alec resides. I look at the dangerous man beside me. Right, he would shoot the killer first, sparing everyone's life. The classroom is dark. A few girls are crying, with others desperately trying to shush them. I feel Alec's hand on mine, and I lay my head on his shoulder, trying to calm myself down. I've run from death every day, maybe it's time to let it happen.

No teacher entered the classroom that day and the principal had ordered everyone to stay put in classroom to get the offender or else we will remain indoors till dismissal. Others were busy pleading with the classroom in case they had any evidence or witness. I used this opportunity to bring out my diary titled 'the matter' and scanned through it. I read numerous headlines and added the ones that took place in my classroom that day. After that, I went to Christabel and sat beside her. I wanted to ask her why she wasn't replying to my messages but I feared her replies. So I took out my outline' a book where I did all my books,essays,composition and articles outline and summary. I began to wri

Supposedly, there is a magical barrier preventing unknowing humans from trespassing. Alone with my thoughts, my anxiety near crippling levels, I spent the remainder of Mr. Chen’s class in the restroom. I did not want to see Cassius again or hear what the other students whispered about me. I just wanted to hide until this day was over, but I could not. I left the safety of the bathroom stall and hurriedly walked to my next class. It is a literature course. Miss Alman, a petite obese woman with gray hair and horn-rimmed glasses, assigns us seats.

And somehow, that made it all worth it. I walked out of the class with Cassian by my side, as we walked to an empty classroom. ________________________________ Cassian and I walked out of the classroom just as the hallway flooded with students. We wove through the chaos until we reached the old AV room….empty, dusty, and blessedly silent except for the faint hum of a projector no one remembered how to turn off. “So,” Cassian said, kicking a chair around to face me. “Are you gonna tell me why you dragged me out here like we’re about to plot a heist?”

As I nodded, we walked away from there to get to our classroom. Upon entering the room, we sat down in the front while I kept moving my legs in nervousness wondering if he would actually kill me for just slapping his face when suddenly I saw my to-be murderer, Zayn walking inside the classroom with Eric and some other guys. He looked at me with his eyes still filled with rage and I immediately looked down to try to ignore his look. He walked towards my row and I gulped and breathed heavily but as he walked past me to get to the back of the class, I took a sigh of relief and waited for Mr. Liam to enter the class.

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

Mrs. Campbell's voice is booming through the classroom. She's talking about the book “Death of a Salesman” by Arthur miller. Or at least I think she is. I have not paid attention to one word she has said for the past 53 minutes. I’ve been writing away in my notebook trying to think of a new story to write. The classroom is filled with whispers and chuckles and I think I hear someone snoring. My brain is in the zone. The door slams shut and I don’t bother to look up. “Oops, that shut louder than I expected.” a girl said from the direction of the door. I roll my eyes and keep on jotting down ideas and plot ideas as well characters.

CASSIAN I walked back to my classroom with Miyori's words still echoing in my head. The hallway felt longer than usual, each step weighted with the memory of Rae's frightened eyes and the headmistress's cold dismissal. Students passed me in clusters, their voices dropping to whispers when they noticed my expression. The classroom door stood open. I could hear voices inside, the usual pre-class chatter that died the moment I stepped through the threshold. Twenty-three desks arranged in neat rows, but several sat empty. I counted quickly. Conrad's seat was vacant. So was Luca's.

In the hallways, people parted like we were royalty. "What class do you have next?" he asked. "Literature. Room 212." "I'll walk you there." "You're enjoying this too much." He gave a slight shrug. "I like watching the world burn a little." I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Arson isn't love, Theo." "It is when done beautifully." We reached my classroom door, and I turned to him. "You sure you want to keep this up? We've caused quite a stir." "I like stirring things," he said, stepping closer. "Besides… the more they look at us, the less they look at everything else."

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for