Assassination Classroom Principal Novels & Stories

As it is the only plausible explanation that I could come up with, Casey Hogan, my arch-nemesis in my previous high school, set me up with the photoshopped image. The principal, who shouldn’t be a principal at all, as he looks like a male model, continues to stare at me with an intensity that makes my stomach flutter. It’s as if he is waiting for me to cower and break his gaze. “No student is too challenging for me.” His voice is deep and as smooth as butter. This man is not your average principal, but the Syndicate Academy is not your average high school, from what I have read in the prospectus my mother gave me.

"Anya, are you and Ms. Castillo in a romantic relationship?" Anya's heart raced, caught off guard by the directness of the question. She stammered, "Wha—No, we're not." The principal's gaze bore into her, unwavering. "We received a complaint that the two of you were seen kissing in your classroom. The report was from a student of yours, his uncle Vincent was here today to tell me this. The chairman of the science fair happened to have eavesdropped on the entire discussion. So, for the sake of your jobs and mine, tell me the truth, Are you and Ms Castillo together?"

My jaw tightened as another figure came into view. It was that teacher, Nicole. She lingered by the door, glancing left and right. She waited until the hallway cleared before entering the classroom. She approached the classmate’s locker, reached inside, and made a slight movement that the camera caught clearly. Then she stepped out and pretended nothing happened. “Turn it off,” I said. The principal obeyed immediately. I faced him again. “You knew this.” He nodded slowly. “You let the entire school believe they were thieves.”

She huffed, “all self taught. I never had anyone to ask to learn from or such. I only learned what I was able, while on the run. Before then I couldn’t even read anything or do much math. What difference does that make?” Wolferan spoke, “it doesn’t. I was just surprised by it. Most who never were taught never could read to begin. I never learned until someone sat down and taught me. It makes me wonder if you had been taught, would you have been a scholar instead of an assassin.” Leanunya looked at him, “I doubt it would have made much difference.”

" The janitor's death. Mysterious things are beginning to happen in Baronville. The entire school knows about it. Everyone's talking about it. They said he was well until few hours to school closure. " Principal Powers said he was poisoned until discreet marks were discovered on his body. Coupled with the fact that Jason Joe, his protege, was seen around the murder scene, some students still do not think it's Jason that murdered him." Rosaleen stiffened. A sickening wave of terror welled up in her stomach. " Principal Powers has decided to not get the corps involved in the matter because of our safety, but, she has organized a secret team that will watch over us. You might even get questione

Shouts and screams rented my ears, the air was already corrupt and some angry students where busy laying curses on me, whilst others where accusing me of murder. Well, if it's not murder then it's what? "It was an ancident." My hoarse voice replied. The principal smashed his fist on the table, shooting balls my way. Nathan, Bethel, Mark and I were defending ourselves in the principal's office. Earlier on while I was wishing death to happen to me the head teacher grabbed me and told the others to follow suit and now we are facing a cruel interrogation. "The last time I called you guys here was when Annabel died and now not only two of you are missing, three are dead. Now how do you explain th

It was the dean speaking through the school speakers, “And Miss Jenny from class 3-3, come to the principal's office, right now.” The announcement sent a bad vibe through my mind. I glanced at Koen who was about to leave the class with the test papers and he glanced back at me and I think we both thought the exact same thing. This can’t be good. *** “You see this?” The principal had a furious expression on as he slid a photograph towards us, “Because I can’t stare at it.” He was so furious he stood up from his seat and paced around in fury. We both dropped our gazes to look at what he was referring to and the moment I did, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I felt nauseous.

The principal rubbed his forehead as if in deep thought " I don't think you have a choice in this matter, I apologize" he said. Mrs Lincoln stood up all of a sudden " you would risk the class's perfect grade mean for this underachieving undisciplined thug of a student" she snarled almost as if I did something bad to her " respect the kid mrs Lincoln " the principal looked at me helplessly then sternly said "It's all in the report" she retorted "He stays in your class, that's my final decision" principal ruttolf said then rummaged a stack of papers. Mrs Lincoln looked at me with seething gaze I almost flinched then stomped outside.

Principal was confused, he couldn't decide who was right and who was wrong, so he decided to ask the classmates of their class. He ordered the teacher to send fifteen students from the class tenth To the principal's office. The teacher obeyed his order and sent the students to him. Principal asked everyone about the truth and it became very clear when all the students said the truth in favor of Logan that Jenny was the one who raised her hand on Logan but he prevented himself by holding her hand. Principal sir understood that Jenny was lying. Ronin and Logan were very happy that they proved right. In those fifteen students Sharlette was also there who supported Logan and told the truth to th

And just like that, he slowly lost consciousness. The door immediately burst open and an angry looking principal rushed into the washroom. The teacher had suspected something like this would happen when the other boys left the classroom so she had informed the principal. He gazed at the five boys who all had satisfied grins on their faces and then at the unconscious boy who was covered in his own blood. Fear immediately gripped the man's short and fat form, his face turning red and his eyes smoldering in anger. "Oh my God! What have you all done?!"