Assassination Classroom Teacher Novels & Stories

After experiencing hurt and heartache time and time again, when the moment came to truly let go, it wouldn't be so agonizingly painful. Right now, I was waiting for the right moment to let go while slowly weaning myself off her. However, I never expected that moment to come so soon. That day, I was teaching my class as usual when suddenly a crowd of reporters burst into the classroom with cameras, snapping photos of me frantically. "Excuse me, are you Mr. Claude Huffman?" I nodded with a frown, then asked sternly, "Who are you people? I'm in the middle of a class right now. Please leave."

At that point, the teacher was weeping while his colleagues were pleading on his behalf. “Hello boss,” Silas greeted, and ignored the begging and weeping team. “Okay, boss,” he said when he got Tony's instruction, and inched away, followed by his orderly. Now the errant teacher attempted to kneel before him and apologize. Then, he tried to hold his left leg, and to his shock, he touched many handguns, which were arranged beneath Silas’ outer wears. At that point, the DPO and his men walked into the staff room, and concluded that the teachers attempted to assault Silas because he foiled their conspiracies. Afterward, Silas and his orderly walked away, and the teachers were arrested.

Several students cried openly now while others rushed desperately toward the classroom door. Just then, the boy’s body dropped hard on the ground and a sickening crack echoed across the classroom floor. Blood slowly spread beneath the student’s lifeless body while terrified students stared frozen in horror. My hands trembled violently against my desk. The teacher looked completely pale. I tilted my head slowly as I saw Vanessa looking through the class window. She noticed someone was watching as she ran away. I quickly pushed off my locker as I went after her. Whatever that happened In this class, she must be aware. I thought to myself.

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”

The teacher fell with a thud to the amazement of the pupils. The second was that, a boy who sat on the front seat of the class; screamed so loud that he lost his voice and his life. He died on the spot. Terror filled the classroom. The school authorities barged into the classroom and helped the teacher up. "What happened to the boy?" They asked the class. "After the teacher fell, he screamed so loud, and died immediately. I really don't know how...this is strange." A girl on glass said, trembling. I looked at Kyle.

“Oh, it's my responsibility. Can I ask you some questions?“ She asked and he nodded his head. “Can you tell us your ordeal with the killer?“ She asked and he shuddered in fear “When the lesson was going on, he walked up to me and said… Flash back. I was in class when a man dressed in a tight skin outfit revealing only his face walked into the class and walked up to me. I was surprised when the teacher didn't apprehend him. He stooped to my height and said “Why do you look sad?“ He asked “Oh! Your dead girlfriend, what is her name?" He said with a distorted voice

I teased. As usual, she didn't respond anymore and just turned her head away from me. She keeps barking at the wrong tree. ... Dismissal of classes came. It's just me and the hooded guy left here in the classroom. I intentionally decided to be left here alone to lure him. I took a heavy breath and approached him. "So, why did you murder our classmate?" I asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." He replied flatly. "It was a dumb act of you to disguise yourself as the student council secretary."

CHAPTER 17 LENA. Vice Principal Agatha and a few other teachers came into the scene with the paramedics right after we left. We didn't want to be seen or asked questions as we had our own plans to make. Yes, we were sorry for her but the faster we solved this mystery, the better for whoever was next in line to be killed. Well, there was no class for the rest of today. It had been announced and we all knew it was because of Mereba's death and even if they didn't, a lot of people were going to miss classes anyway.

If not, I could track it down easily. I walked down the hallway looking into classrooms as I passed, looking for the moron with the car. I smiled as a petite, heavy-set teacher about four feet tall passed, her heels echoing loudly down the now vacant hall. Thinking I was Mr. Hartrell, she smiled nervously, then hurried on. So, the animosity wasn't only reserved for the students.

However, now he used such an unusually calm voice to talk about this matter, Ellena felt a chill run down her spine. Kevin was an assassin, but he could be a language teacher in a middle school! He had been teaching for two years and did not reveal any flaws. In order to kill a person, he could deliberately disguise himself for two whole years! What made Ellena even more shocked was that Kevin had the ability to be a language teacher! No matter how she looked at it, Kevin should be a physical education teacher, right? Perhaps Ellena's surprise was too obvious. Kevin pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile. "I know as much as Edward."