Assassination Classroom Uniform Novels & Stories

I murmured and stretched my arms and grabbed the towel and went to the bathroom. After taking a bath, Lucy helped me wear my uniform and to get ready. Our school's uniform is a gray pleated skirt that is six inches higher than my knees, a white short-sleeved polo, a neck-tie with a plain silver neck-tie clip and a Denim coat with golden buttons and outlines, two pockets and the school's emblem. I wore white socks that almost reaches my knees and a Chanel Simon loafer shoe. Honestly, I do like my uniform since it compliments my natural beauty. Heh.

God knows I was way out of line back there, taking out all my worldly frustrations on one girl. But I turn and walk away, a headache brewing in my skull. * * * It comes to me later, while I'm walking through the halls of the Politics department. A huddle of six undergraduate students walk past, one of them in the same black polo shirt as Sarah wore this morning, the symbol of a silver giraffe embroidered below the collar. Recognition slams into me, and my stride hitches. My grip tightens on my cane. It's a uniform. The bartenders' uniform for a bar in town.

The students aligned in front of our buses were also wearing similar designs of uniforms like ours, only that it was color green. "Alright, students of Amaranthine Institute! Please align yourself with your respective classes!" Our headmaster spoke. I bit back the groan that wanted to escape my mouth after hearing him say that. I wanted to be with my friends! But I didn't have any choice, so I heeded his order.

When she got to her locker and retrieved the book, she saw she had about sixty two seconds left. Just as she was about to start running, she heard footsteps. Thinking it was a teacher or hall monitor, she turned and to her surprise or maybe not, she found that it was Jayden. She squinted her eyes when she saw that he wasn't dressed properly. The school was one that made them wear school uniforms. Boys wore shirts and ties with their trousers while girls wore skirts and shirts. Ties were optional for the female gender but compulsory for males. Not only was his tie loose, he didn't tuck his shirt in.

The other two clutched each other crying hysterically. "To make it fun," I drawled, holstering my piece and tossing Sergei a spare Glock from the rack, "one of you shoots. Closest to the bullseye lives. Who's first?" I knew they didn’t know how to handle a gun. The sheer, ridiculous terror of the idea was the point. To break them. Make them chatter. The smallest one, a blonde who’d been preternaturally still, cracked. "We got notes! And cash! In our lockers! We don’t know who, it was envelopes, just cash and a printed note!"

I noticed that every student wore a particular uniform along with a bonnet over their heads. After she gave me a tour around the building, showing me where the cooking classes, oral classes, and cooking practices took place, she led me to the office and handed me the same uniform I had seen everyone wearing. With excitement bubbling inside me, I went to the changing room and changed into the scrubs and bonnet. It was a little tight on me, but I didn’t mind because I just couldn’t wait to sit in class and maybe make real friends this time. I had never really had any friends except Sonia.

I can't see where she was looking at because the front door was crowded with my co-students rejoicing for my coming back. “Alright alright that's enough. We need to do the morning routine of our class,” I said and asked the students sitting on the first row to fall in line outside. I will check if they are wearing the complete uniform before our first class teacher comes in. “We're always wearing the complete uniform even though Vice President Lee was not doing checking’s. He's always busy with that girl,” Yza whispered and frowned as I started to check if they were wearing any make ups or accessories or if someone had dyed their hair when I'm not around. I also check if the guy made their h

-----Present time------ “Hey Anna let’s go, what are you waiting for?” I am stunned by someone’s tap on my shoulder. I look up to see my best friend Rose who looks so pissed. She is wearing our school education course uniform like I am wearing now. Light blue slacks, a light blue blazer that is covering our pink blouse... honestly those who designed our uniforms are crazy. The color is hateful, the cloth is not stretchable and so fit in our body, and the sizes are also sickening. In my uniform, I feel like I am about to suffocate. By the look on Rose's face and how her uniform is tightly wrapping her body... she must not in the mood today.

Half of the guys will stick close to Ares and Liam. Women assassins are dressed in a tight leather high neck jacket with belts concealing blades, and a black mask covers half of their faces, revealing just their cat eyes with uniform blue eye contact lenses. The leathered thin trousers, along with five-inch heeled boots, embrace their well-formed physique. They seemed to be snow assassins since their hair was snow-colored. Some were ponytailed, while others had their hair in buns. The males are dressed similarly, except that they carry a cloak around their shoulders. On the surface, everything seems to be ordinary, yet no one can see the sharp objects hidden behind those clothing. Chiara was

I shook my head and we just both laughed. Honestly, I am getting comfortable with our uniform, especially when we already sat down. I could move easier. The only concern I have is just that I think the skirt is a little short. The top is a white thick blouse with two buttons. There's a removable nameplate over the right, above my breast. I looked at it and I feel blessed that I was not flat. All I worry about is that the uniform is all white and definitely prone to dirt. Just before the teacher started the class, Crow arrived. As expected, all eyes are on him, except mine. But I could feel his strong presence as he passed by behind me. I could not move. I could not even breath properly.