Assassination Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

I was used to teaching so the bossy teacher inside me woke up. Nobody responded. Most of them stared at me blankly. "Hiii again. Cheer up numbs" trying again. Now I see some of the faces lifting up. Especially the boys. "Are we numb?" "What is numb?" "Did she said dumb?" I heard whispers from the other side of the class as I turned to write on board. "Yes. Numb. I can hear your whispers" I shouted. I looked at Kevin who was already laughing. I completed my seminar somehow. Bell rang and we walked out of the class. Reaching the canteen, Kevin and I were already red by laughing so hard.

"And we lost a lot of good men and women on the way, but it's not a good idea to dwell on that right now. I'm sure you recognize some of the faces on the lower tiers." "I think you both remember these people from our high school days," Stuart said as several faces appeared on the screen. "Vince Alessio, our gym teacher was a martial arts expert. David Williams, the sixties hippy, walked with a limp from a wound he'd received stopping a bombing while working undercover with the SDS." Another photo appeared on the screen. "Chemistry teacher Martin DeGatto, you can probably figure out he was our bio weapons expert." "I sure remember Doc. He was such a hunk. I think every girl in school had a cr

11 years ago. Stacy got called to the office for the supposed theft inside the classroom. She looked down, clutching her hands together, all sweaty and nervous. The teacher prepared some documents in her table, and saw Stacy fiddling with her hands. Her jaw clenched, she looked up to their professor, and the teacher approached her. Sitting down across from her table, Stacy looked up. Ms. Shawn uttered, “I’m sorry, you are the one your classmates are pointing at, so we don’t have a choice but to let you here.”

Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say. " Like seriously?" " Yes, can we continue?" Lexa looked away indifferently and picked up some stones. " Okay," Arnold answered and continued his teachings. After some minutes, they were done, and Lexa was now sweating a little bit. Arnold saw how Lexa was sweating, and he chuckled, " You will get used to it if you practice everyday....." Lexa looked up at him and smiled a little, " Am sure of that and...oh yes, that's reminds me!"

Jane kept her head down. We reached the principal’s office, and the teacher knocked sharply on the door before pushing it open. The principal looked up from his desk, his expression immediately darkening when he saw the five of us. “What now?” he asked, his voice dangerously calm. “Fighting in the classroom,” the teacher said. “These two were the main perpetrators,” he gestured to Jasper and Tony, “and these three claim to be involved as well.” The principal stood up slowly, his face turning red.

An hour later, I arrived at the police station in my wheelchair. Hearing my voice, the person handcuffed to the chair slowly looked up. Upon seeing that familiar face, I felt a mix of emotions. “Ms. Spector.” My homeroom teacher looked me up and down. A flash of hatred crossed her eyes. “How are you still alive?” I rolled my wheelchair up to face the homeroom teacher. “Ms. Spector, can you tell me why you killed so many valedictorians?” My homeroom teacher scoffed coldly and turned her head away.

Her muscles locked and released in a terrifying rhythm. "Mrs. Ajayi? Hey, what’s wrong with this woman?" the guard shouted, his voice laced with sudden panic. "Why is she shaking like this?" Gbemisola hit the floor, her body convulsing vigorously against the cold concrete, her eyes rolling back as her consciousness slipped into the dark. "Emergency!" the guard yelled. "We need help in here! Now!" ……………….. page break …………… The news had seeped into the very brickwork of the school, turning the once-vibrant hallways into a tomb of whispered accusations and cold, hard reality. Mrs. Ajayi—their teacher, a woman of authority and supposed grace—was a killer.

The chattering had suddenly dipped lower even though I hadn’t heard the first bell ring. I’d never seen the class go so quiet without a teacher trying to do their job in front of the class. Not when Dean was almost murdered in the hallway. Not even when that old teacher had died. My stomach tightened. What the hell was going on?

I angrily asked him. “In an abandoned classroom, under the teacher’s table,” he answered me, so I went to the place he said. What he is doing must stop, and it will happen if he dies. When I arrived in the abandoned classroom, I opened its light. Melody’s corpse was not here, and I am sure he hid it somewhere else. The teacher’s table was in the middle of the room, and I saw bloodstain on the floor towards under the table. I came to the teacher’s table little by little, and I looked at its under to see if he was there, but I did not see anyone there, “Liar—” I did not manage to continue speaking when I felt that someone stabbed me on my back.

She shouted and focused on her laptop again. A smile lit up her face. “It's teachers' assess day today, Mr. Hayes will be joining us today.” Ms. Melissa said with a big smile. My face drained. For fuck's sake. The teacher in question that I was in bed with this morning knocked on the door and entered the classroom. He was wearing a blouse that he bunched over his elbows, showing off skin. His beard was perfectly trimmed and he was wearing casual trousers. He looked perfect.