Assassination Classroom Teachers Name Novels & Stories

’ Trestan said in his mind. Teachers and school guards were running toward the classroom. Some of Trestan’s classmates were crying ‘coz the student who was allegedly killed is the blonde guy named Wilton. “Everyone! Get back to your classrooms.” The principal shouted ‘coz many students from different buildings and floors went there and got intrigued by the incident. The police arrived after minutes, and Blair talked to his uncle while Trestan was just watching them. The blonde guy’s neck was cut and fresh blood was still flowing, as if it just happened a moment ago.

Someone who wasn't supposed to be there had walked into my son's classroom and given him something that could have killed him. Later that afternoon, after Theo had been moved to a regular room for observation, Julius's security team arrived with a tablet showing the footage. There wasn't much to see. The camera in the hallway outside Theo's classroom showed a woman in a dark hoodie and sunglasses approaching the teacher while she spoke with a parent. The woman said something, gesturing toward the classroom. The teacher looked distracted, nodded, and pointed inside. The woman entered the classroom. The angle didn't show much of what happened inside, just children's heads visible through the w

"A terrible sadness has gripped our people for as long as I have been Keeper. I found it lurking in the shadowy corners of my office when I was elevated. I now imagine it haunted my predecessors for some time as well. At least I will pass on knowing the name of our assassin." "The assassin is right here," Fatima spewed her hate at me. "You are correct," Krasimira chuckled. "The assassin is indeed in this room. Its name is A****n. I need a moment, please." She stood and walked to the doors. What she wanted didn't take long at all. "Gun," we heard her request. The magazine fell to the ground. The sole bullet did not follow. Krasimira walked tenderly into the office as if every step tore like f

“Where is she?” Many of the teachers were affronted by our brutish behavior, yet not a single one of them tried to get us to leave. Hell, they didn’t even question our business for being there. One of the other teachers spoke out to answer. “She’s in her classroom. But, what are you—” “That’s classified information,” Liam stated coldly. My God, I felt a swell of pride burst within my chest as I witnessed Liam’s intentional viciousness come through.