Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Uniform

The uniforms are as beautiful as what you expect from a prestigious school. I stand up from a stall and walk to the door. This is it. The end of my life. ... Our homeroom teacher allocated us to form a line in the middle of a hallway that leads to our room. It was the only building that can be used safely. As far as I can remember, one of the students entered one of the rooms on the second floor. The result? She died. I neither the members of the Alecto is not interested in such a thing. Every death that occurs or is related to the scholar class, has a lesson that teaches. Discipline.

I whispered. She grinned. “You can owe me lunch for this.” Blanch and Arjun were still nowhere to be seen, probably cramming their last-minute packing. Up front, Chevonne sat with Jelly and her usual crowd, chatting in low murmurs. The door opened with a soft click, and teacher Mary entered. The low conversations ceased at once. Dressed in our Friday uniform—an orange polo shirt embroidered with ANHS Teacher across the chest and our names printed on the back—she was the picture of calm authority. Though I often felt lukewarm about the dress code, the vibrant orange seemed fitting today. It made us look unified.

I adjusted the books I had in hand as I began my way towards the designated classroom. Students filled the hallways now, flowing in loose clusters, some laughing too loudly, others walking with practiced confidence as though they already belonged here. Their uniforms were tailored, bearing family sigils embroidered in fine thread of gold, silver, deep blues and greens. First years weren't getting their uniform till the end of today, forcing me to strut with my black flay skirt, blue shirt that matched with my shoes and black leather jacket. Through it all, I felt painfully aware of myself.

Seraphina tracing scars with careful thumbs. We dressed in school uniforms—standard black blazers, white shirts, crimson ties, dark trousers or skirts. Nothing flashy. Nothing defiant. Just… us, in the clothes the system required. But the fang wristbands stayed on—black leather, crimson/silver/violet fangs embossed. Subtle. Unmistakable. We walked to the cafeteria together—no powers, no hiding. Heads turned as we entered. Whispers followed.

(Curlyheads are the Plague). Today is Monday so every girl is wearing the vest “career-girl” uniform. The boys are in their typical short-sleeved white button-down shirts, but because the girls outnumber the guys in the top section, the classroom is awash with combos of long black hair and navy blue vests. As for the atmosphere, it’s as lively as the lobby of a cinema after a really good movie. No one can stop talking about what they just saw even though everyone was there. The topics range from what they did over the summer, a new accessory or gadget they’re flexing, how much the girls have missed each other…

A student said shockingly. "He's wearing a uniform?" Theresa murmured. "It's not Kade... wait it's him!" Cruella muttered. Kade in a uniform, I mean the almighty Kade in a uniform, shocked all the students in the class including the lecturer himself. Even Collins stopped at the entrance as he was about to walk inside.

Duumiretso siya sa department nila at hindi naman siya naligaw dahil may narinig siyang nag-uusap kanina sa may bandang likod niya na mga Psychology student din. Pagpasok pa lang na pagpasok niya sa loob ng room ay halos malula na siya sa laki at ganda. Medyo nagsisi siya na hindi siya nagdala ng jacket. Well, blazer naman kasi ang totoo nilang uniform. Ang sabi sa kanila noong orientation ay ipapatawag na lang sila para sa sukatan ng uniform kaya dapat iwasan ang pagliliban sa klase.

That’s when Kieran noticed it. He squinted, leaned slightly across the table, and frowned. “Wait a minute… That’s not our school uniform.” Annie blinked mid-bite. “What?” Roy, Tanaka and Brock all instinctively thought of the same thing. “Is this guy stupid? We go to an all-boys school, and he says that’s not our uniform? Not shit, Sherlock.” He pointed at the dark blazer she’d hung on the back of the seat. “Your crest. That’s from the all-girls school down on the road, right?”

“Either that or some other telepath playing tricks on you. Anyway, there should be some uniforms in that room. There are no windows there so you should be safe.” She pointed to a small room near the lockers that wrapped around the corner. “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it. I’ll stay for a bit to make sure no creeps show up.” She lit up another cigarette using her pink flames. Lisa waited outside across from my changing room. I came out wearing a preppy school uniform with a Zen Academy capital Z symbol on the right side of my sweater vest and a pink skirt. I had to admit for a suspicious all-powerful Chancellor, Emola had good taste in fashion.

Artisan high. "Don't question me just do as I say, here." She handed me a black bag. "What's this?" "Look inside." I did as so and brought out a uniform outfit. "That's your new school uniform, you'll resume on monday, I don't want to hear any question or any objection regarding this." She got up and left. I held the uniform in my hand, it was a red and black color. The skirt was a vertical striped whine and black colour, the shirt was white, the blazer was a whine colour, and so was the socks and baret, the sweater was a mixture of whine and black.