Assassination Classroom Teachers Name Novels & Stories

One of the teachers was standing beside her, holding the prizes in a tray and another teacher took to the announcement of winners. The first name was called followed by a roaring sound of a bullet and there was pin drop silence the next moment. All the parents, children and the management assembled at the venue were spell-shocked. It appeared like the world came to halt except for the features of a man whose expressions changed from delight to sorrow. Sherlock. And then there was a loud squeal heard of the teacher who was holding the tray filled with prizes reaching the ground. The blood rushed out from the center of her forehead like a spring as she collapsed to the floor spot dead.

She didn't want to cause a scene here in the school especially when there were tons of humans around. The teacher soon arrived and all was quiet as the students took notes and jottings. Just then, there was an outburst at the entrance of the class. Two men walked into the classroom, flashing their badges to the teacher. Aliyah grew cold. She knew who they were, they were police officers and she could bet on everything she had that they were here in connection with the murder. "Yes, how can I help you?" the teacher asked rather crossly.

Colby stepped forward. Ms. Jackson’s partner, Mr. Colby, had been my homeroom teacher. Five years ago, even after being assaulted, I had to attend school the next day. My behavior was erratic, and I was terrified of men. For a long time, I wore long sleeves and pants, even in the heat of summer. On multiple occasions, I insisted on sitting alone in a corner, far away from curious boys. Their adolescent curiosity made me a topic of conversation. However, because I kept such a low profile, they eventually lost interest.

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.

The hallway was filled with a buzz of speculation and curiosity as we all joined together in the designated area, bracing ourselves for whatever was to come. As we stood there, the murmurs of students filled the air, creating an atmosphere of both anticipation and anxiety. The principal stepped onto the stage, her presence commanding attention from every corner of the hall. She cleared her throat and began to speak, her words resonating through the silence. "Dear students, I have an important announcement to make," she began, her voice steady but with an undercurrent of gravity. "We have received news that there has been a terrible accident involving one of our fellow students, Max Sullivan.

" The teacher entered first, closely followed by the principal. The room grew quiet, tension filling the air all at once. There was an issue. I could sense it deep in my bones. "The principal announced a burglary with a serious tone," he said. School equipment has been damaged and taken. We have grounds to suspect that the offender is present in this classroom. Whispers were quietly exchanged among students in the room, casting glances of suspicion and fear towards each other. Everyone stayed still. Nobody admitted. The principal's eyes scanned the room, cold and calculating. "Very well. If no one will step forward, I'll have to reveal the culprit myself." He paused for dramatic effect, the

The room froze immediately. Several students turned instinctively. Others followed a heartbeat later. And just like that, dozens of eyes landed on Anastasia. Even students who had managed to forget her presence during the lesson suddenly remembered exactly who was sitting in the classroom with them. The daughter of Lucien Kael. For a brief moment, the classroom's attention shifted entirely. The teacher noticed… His gaze briefly settled on Anastasia before moving away just as quickly, deliberately refusing to make her the center of the discussion.

"And she retired the next day." My friends were still listening. I can see Nathan holding his phone, facing its back side towards Lily. Did he recording our conversation? Such smart... Lily continued by saying, "That day after the assassination marked the darkest days of our school." She heaved a sigh before continuing. "Priam ghosted every staffs that were involved in his assassination." Mom... Mom was also included in the assassination, right? So, she was also ghosted that time.. even she was retired. "Why was he assassinated?"

It’s not some kind of weird secret. “But you do know girls who have been killed there,” Nana said gently. “Jennifer Walton. She was in your first-grade class. Callie Bryzinski. She was in your sixth-grade class. Holly Becker. Your third-grade class. Terri Zimmerman. She lived four houses away from you. Paula Lisowski. She was your babysitter for two years.”

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.