Assassination Classroom Wallpapers Novels & Stories

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

I prepared my classroom, Room 2B, for the upcoming semester. My BDSM course was going to be the best of the best that year. I wanted to teach the students everything that year. I glanced around the red and black room that was now decorated with chains, whips, paddles, candles and other things.

There will be rows of wallpapers and notices on the walls and the lights will hit the tiled floor through the glass doors like a glow of rainbows from a prism. The room that is supposed to be my class is a wide square, with a white board up front,there are a dozen desks and each has a miniature locker right under the tabletop- a space just enough for books and a few personal effects. Then there are my would-be classmates. The whole word rumbles to a silent hush when i step in. Nothing. Nothing prepared me for the unabashed stares they handed me like a trophy. Nicki Minaj's All eyes on me couldn't have been more apt. I want to shrivel until i disappear, but i settle for biting my lower lip an

I shouldn't have left her but that was the only way to contact my guards. I banged on the door repeatedly before she managed to open it. Her eyes were red from too much tears and she looked really weak. "Come on Khloe, let's head to class now" I said but she shook her head "I can't go. They're going to mock me" "Errm... It seems someone deleted the pictures online because I overhead the students discussing it among themselves. "Really?" she looked at me with hopeful eyes "Yes. Some assassins also came to school to remove all the posters"

Then why are you in school? One thing was on my mind,I had to find one way or another to prove to Michelle that I'm not happy without her,I needed her,tired of playing games but she doesn't see that,she can't let go of just one mistake,I was still thinking when somebody pulled me into a classroom. Oh, Lord,let it not be all these girls. "Baaaaby." I looked at the dark classroom,all the windows were locked obviously, Cassandra also closed the door,if you were outside,you won't know that human beings were in that classroom.

- • Alyssa's POV As I entered the room, I was immediately struck by the beautiful sight before me. The paintings on the wall seemed to blink at me, as if greeting me. The room was painted white with stunning murals hand-painted on the burnt orange and red walls. The furniture was rustic and dark, complemented by vibrant cushions. I had never seen a room with so much furniture and so many hues. The white velvet curtains hid the long windows across the room, leaving only a shy peek. The floor was polished wood, dark and free of clutter. The room looked amazing; it was designed not just to be a room, but to feel like home. I could stay here forever.

He kicked the gate open and hurriedly backed on the walls, peeking through any windows that he will be passing through. “Got your visual, sir,” Mark informed. Zach looked up and saw a reflection from the building far from them, which he presumed would be the Electro-Mechanical Building. “Are you at the utility building?” He asked. “Yes, sir,” his agent informed. “Walters was able to hold off one personnel here and is helping her in isolating the areas where the students are. We’re cutting out the lights except the cafeteria and the gym.” “Disable any electronic doors as well and alarms,” Zach ordered.

i assure her. We were almost done with our food when another batch of trainees that i immediately recognize as the ones on Level 14 and 15 arrived. They also lined up for their food. I finished my food and returned the tray with Ana. We go our separate ways because we have different schedules today. I arrived early in the classroom. Just like any other classrooms here, the walls are painted white with only silver table and chairs for the students, a large screen for the projector used in teaching and a brown table for the instructor.

The students followed in one by one scared of the teacher in black, the room was even darker, no windows, no light, a vampire's dream. As she gazed upon the dire room she saw the desk of six rows with two tables in each all black and scratched up, on the walls were trophies, wands, globes, books, and other artifacts. It looked as a prison with the bars on the windows covering the sunlight, chipped wooden desk glued to the floor along with wooden chairs.

She took her laptop with a swift move and walked to the center of the room, switching on the Led screen and projector to make the room bright from the Rays, touching a few items to get connected to the projector and her Laptop view so clear. What made me cringe was her choice of wallpaper on her Laptop, making me roll my eyes in dread. A bunch of Asian guys that looked nothing but a camouflage color.