Assassination Classroom Teachers Name Novels & Stories

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.”

"Ahm, well, I ask only because Mikey mentioned about her in History class. She seems popular, but I don't see her name on the bulletins." "I see. Actually, we have to start with Teacher Anne's case. Oh, before I forgot, Teacher Anne is one of the prettiest teachers here. Unfortunately, a bastard named Aeron Holmes murdered her. And another, unfortunately, this bastard is Christine's boyfriend." "Girl, your language, please. And you're side-tracked. You have to start by saying that Christine is a student here. I mean, she was. She's from Class F, a first-year senior high student. I think she's a friend of Miss Misty and your sister. I'm not sure if they're close to each other, but I'm sure th

His expression was frosty as he scanned the faces of the 500 students in the yard. Then, his gaze landed on the two trainers who were standing in front of all the students. In a frosty tone, he said, "Mr. Lorenzo, Mr. Lambert, you must have heard of the news that Mr. Williams was murdered in Drunham City. On top of that, ten elite students from our school were also killed by that arrogant bastard who married into the Stone family! "They were all members of our school. There's no doubt that that cocky bastard is insulting our school and myself.

I stealthily stood by the window, observing. "Temiloluwa, Bridget and you on the purple shirt, all three of you on your knees." I announced from the window startling them as many shuffled to their seats and I walked into the classroom. "Who's your class teacher?" I questioned. " Miss Yemi." A student replied. "And for the fact that class teachers no longer have to be in classes, you think you have the right to make noise as you please?" I frowned. " No senior." They chorused.

“I’m not interested in telling you again!” “Sorry o, newscaster!” She giggled and removed her bag, which she dropped on the table. “By the way, why is there no teacher in the class?” “I guess they’re in a meeting. Ore said so.” “I thought as much because I noticed there are no teachers in other classes too.” “See, leave that aside and guess joor!” “The principal finally announced the names of the students,” Ayo guessed. Bukky’s eyes bulged out of its socket. She hadn’t expected Ayo to guess right. “You’re right, A.Y!”

Coach Carter asks. “Two were killed.” We all took a sharp breath. Coach Carter throws the chair across the room angrily and shouts. “Was Matty one of them?” I asked, worrying I would never see my friend again. “Mr. Sharper is among the students currently being investigated.” Principal Sinker tells me. My heart beats again when he says those words. Thanks to the goddess, he’s okay. “If Mr. Sharper was there, Miss. Harper was too. Was she one of the students who didn’t survive?” Coach Carter asks. I know Matty and Miss. Harper are close. Fin told me so.

I don't know What is happening yet I ask someone as I get inside of my classroom. “Can someone tell me what is happening? Why is almost all of that student looking at me?” “Anne, Remember the girl that was seen the dead inside of the restroom yesterday?” The girl beside me whispers through my ear. I nod “Yes, what about that,” I ask innocently even if I know what truly happened to that girl. “There was a rumor that They already knew the killer. And that was the man that you've been with yesterday when you walk inside of the school” My eyebrows drew together and vertical wrinkles were surely into my eyebrows.

“D-did someone die?” She nodded her head slowly, her lips now a thin line. “O-one of our teachers hanged himself right at the back of the school.” “What the fuck!” Jude's jaw hung loose. “Why would he do some crazy, disturbing thing like that in school campus? Kids will have nightmares!” “Ask Ling.” The five of us whipped our heads to the side. Maring (or I thought Maring was her name) crossed her arms. Mrs. Carpio was the first to react. Her brows rose to her hairline. “Ling? What does she have to do with this?”

Gordon pointed up, "There's now the body of one of the students upstairs. I want you to get rid of it before anyone finds out." "Okay." Marco pointed at the camera in the upper corner of the room, "Is it on?" "Yes it is." said Mr. Gordon while looking at the camera. "Oh my God!" 'knock knock knock' They looked towards the door frantically. Quickly Mr. Gordon told his sister to hide. "Come in!" The door slowly opened revealing a woman who was one of the teachers at the school. Mrs, Karina, a Mathematics teacher, she is of Indonesian descent.

he teased me, following the girls as they entered the small classroom. I sneered at him as I stepped inside the classroom. There were only seven pupils in the classroom, and when we came in, they all looked and watched us as we quietly padded to one long table at the back. The father, I presumed, had to sit with his child. “Where’s your teacher?” I asked curiously. Shouldn’t teachers be responsible for the safety of their students in the class? Lyra Helene almost got hit by a car because of their negligence.