Assassination Classroom Uniform Novels & Stories

My day continued normally. I went to school, listened to my professors' endless discussion, had my lunch with Alliyah, and when my last class in the afternoon came, I started getting anxious. Alliyah and I parted ways. I went to the ladies' comfort room and fixed my messy hair and the ruined collar of my uniform. On Mondays, we are obliged to wear our uniforms. I tied my hair in a bun and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pale. But, I always looked like this and it's no big deal.

I did my morning rituals and then got dressed up and then put a powder and lip balm in my lips. And I looked in the mirror then viola! I look perfect well what can I do? I was born beautiful. It is called natural beauty and don’t you dare to object. I look even better in my uniform because my uniform is a good fit for me. The uniform looks like those in the anime. White v-neck like men's uniform with red necktie topped with black long sleeve blazer and black and blue checkered skirt color that is above my knee. As soon as I came out of the girls dormitory, everyone immediately looked at me maybe because this is their first time to see me. No one saw me here at the academy yesterday because i

Students in neat uniforms sat perfectly still in their seats. Feeling her presence, they turned their heads toward the window in perfect unison. Row after row of pale, dead faces stared back at Hayley. An entire classroom of zombie students.

The students of royal envoy's academy were dressed as nobles, no wonder it was a school for the wealthy. Their uniform was royal blue with a red tie or bow tie for the girls. I was assigned to teach the fifth grade and I just hope I wouldn't regret taking this job too. I walked quietly into the classroom and introduced myself. The students although looked like rascals, but I just knew how to handle them.

Two burly men in tight uniforms and one smaller one with a nasal voice who appeared to be their leader. Just some routine questions in the event of the gruesome murder of Todd Hanley. Nothing more. There were whispers from students as I got up and followed them. I heard some say they weren't surprised. I looked like I was capable of murder. Certainly acted like it too. I ignored them. What else could I do? When we got out of the class, it seemed the entire school had come to watch the persecution of Asher Lowell. It didn't matter that I wasn't in handcuffs, or that the officers were walking casually five feet in front of me talking to one another, or that two other students from the frat hou

he asked. Zane picked up a hammer this time, slapping it twice against his palm. Alder didn’t ask again. “Coward,” Amy murmured, looking away. The auditorium filled up fast once the bell rang, hundreds of students packed neatly into rows, all wearing uniforms in varying shades of gray, navy blue, and black—to signify their “rank”, Amy said. Guards were posted along every wall. We came in through the side delivery door Amy had a key for, Alder walking ahead of us with his collar buttoned high enough to hide the rope marks.

They had clear, bright skin, shiny, voluminous hair, straight, white teeth, and facial features fit for high-fashioned magazines, and yet their cruelty made them ugly in my eyes. I took in the details of their prestigious uniforms that vastly differed from mine. They wore a tailored black blazer that was finely pressed. The blazer had red piping around the collar and cuffs with our school’s crest embroidered on the left breast in gold. Underneath the blazer, they wore white blouses with lace trim around the neck and a deep red satin tie with a gold clip. They wore black pleated skirts with tights underneath them and shiny black shoes.

she asks referring to the high socks. "Black?" I say unsure. She murmurs 'I thought so' and commands me to take my shower quick. "Change to this after showering." She is bossy as ever. I look over the uniform neatly ironed and folded on my drawer. So Trenfor High has a uniform I say to myself remembering the name of the school from the man last night. I am checking from afar the 'disguise' prepared for me. Cute uniform, flat black shoes, black high socks, black ribbon pony tail, black-rimmed study glasses, maroon backpack and braces. Braces?

The madman, furious that he'd been interrupted, chased him upstairs. At last, just as the boy was about to run into his classroom, the madman grabbed the back of his clothes and yanked him hard to the ground. The old teacher's eyes seemed to grow wet. "When Theo was killed, half his body had already made it into the classroom. But his jacket was caught." That was why, after that incident, all students were only allowed to wear uniforms, and shirts had to be tucked into their pants. The old teacher then spoke about the madman.

Same brick red building with stone paths, the only thing that was different were the age of the students. I made my way into the ceramic tiled hallway which had a series of numerous lockers all painted blue and it was packed with more students. Ignoring all that I walked to my locker which was located further down the hallway and kept my bag, taking just my glasses only a single note for the first class I had then slamming it shut. With a sigh, I began making my way to my first class. Wooden chairs and tables were neatly arranged in rows of four and columns of five. I took the seat that was behind and nearest to the window with the teacher walked in in a purple shirt and pants, leaving his s