Assassination Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

We finally got to the class, and she paused and smirked at me. "They are all waiting for you..." She said this to me in malignancy, and before I could recover from the raging pains in my skull to understand what she meant, she kicked me into the class. "Here is the killer of the Luna of this pack!" Her voice echoed sharply in my ears as I landed heavily on my butt. I quickly stood up and my eyes fell on every student in front of me staring back at me in anger and resentment. Even the teacher backed away in disgust and abhorrence.

I had no idea what went wrong. "It's definitely poison." "Look at their hands." "Who else could have done it?" I clenched my fists. The weapons used during training had been contaminated. And somehow I had become the prime suspect. Standing beside the poisoned students was Alpha Teacher Lonan Silverfang. One of the academy's most respected instructors. His black hair was tied neatly behind his head. His sharp gray eyes remained fixed on me. Disappointed and Judgmental. As if he had already reached a conclusion. "Elena."

I looked at my wristwatch and realized I had just two minutes till my history class. Without hesitation, I rushed towards the class. After getting in, I walked over to Diana and sat beside her. “How did it go?” She asked. “I didn’t talk to him,” I replied. She gave me a disappointing look. “He was suspended for assaulting Cole, it’s all over DHS vibes.” “What!” I exclaimed in a loud tone. “Do you have something to share with the class Miss Vianne,” Mr Thomas, the history teacher who I had no idea was already in class asked.

Everyone was sitting when the teacher walked in. “Hello everyone,” she said in her normal happy voice. “I have an announcement to make, Sheila and Jackie will no longer be in this class, they have been transferred to a different class.” The silence was deafening. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me wondering if I was the reason. I could hear their friends start to whisper.

He walked out of the classroom immediately he received a call "No matter what, you shouldn't have raised your hand to hit a lady" miss Henrietta said "Some ladies like Stella needs brain resetting" Carlos replied The way they talk to teachers in this school ehhh....... "So you're not sorry for your actions" miss Henrietta continued "Not in anyway remorseful" he said boldly like he didn't regret any of his actions "And you still don't want to tell us what she did that warranted all that" "She tried to kill Dora....." Carlos yelled reluctantly

While his killer gets away with it. Lucas’s parents had taken his death in good faith but not I, Roxette Bennett. His killer would pay, in many ways than one. I slipped into the classroom early, choosing a seat in the second row, directly in front of the lectern. I wanted to be close enough to catch every word, every expression. Despite the chatter as the room started to clutter, my gaze remained fixed on the door as if I would miss the moment she walked in if I as much as shook.

A music teacher had committed suicide in there by driving a silver stake through her heart, around the 1800s. I shut the door behind me and then email a backup of the files to my computer and to Wilma, just in case. Coercing a deal out of the boys with the proof I have will be easy peasy, but one can never be too cautious. I text Abraham, Luke, and Garret the files concerning each party, along with a kissy face and the message; ‘Freshman math classroom. Five minutes.’ And then I sit cross-legged on the teacher’s desk and wait.

I was confused, but I brushed it off, telling myself that anyone could have an emergency. But what happened next was something no one could have imagined. A few minutes later, a classmate rushed into the classroom in a panic and shouted, "Professor Mason's dead! He had a heart attack!" The room fell into stunned silence. The next second, every pair of eyes turned toward me. My heart sank instantly. One student couldn't contain her shock. She jumped to her feet, grabbed a book, and hurled it at me. "It was you, you jinx! You killed Professor Mason!"

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

' I shuddered at the thought. Soon I found myself standing in front of the isolated class of our school it was the class where no one came. There was a rumor about this class. That a kid had committed suicide in this room after failing the tenth class. Her name was probably Jannat. And it was said from then on a few more kids had died without any extra evidence.