Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Wallpapers

Because instead of coming out like I wanted to, it came out pretty bad. My eyes secretly traveled around the classroom and thought that it was perfectly derived from the classrooms in Korean dramas, where the neat cream color, painted the walls brightly but pleasing to the eye. There were tiny book shelves at the corner of the room, right at the back where the lockers was placed. A friendly classroom that makes every students feel comfortable when studying makes me realized that it's really a classroom that I would often seen before as I watched Korean dramas at home. All in all, the room has a youthful ambiance and looks simple for a prestigious school like El Grandeur High.

quite like a poorly executed misspelling. As he sat there contemplating his meteoric rise and fall in the kindergarten political landscape, he noticed something odd on the bathroom walls. There were old messages, scratched out by previous occupants of the stall: “Oppose Dictatorship!” — with a bear illustration (Class of 2018) “Long live Princesses!” — with pink glitter (Clearly from Aichan’s faction) “Dinosaurs are the best” — blurred out from being drenched in urine. “Looks like this is the history of class struggles in kindergarten…” Takuto thought, deeply moved by the depth of the conflict that had unfolded before him.

“Hey, wait… what exactly are we…” He walked straight into Aaron’s back. It was like hitting a wall. A warm, solid, immovable wall that smelled faintly of cedar and something else Leon refused to identify. He bounced off, rubbed his forehead, and stepped back. They were in a classroom. Leon’s stomach did something complicated and unpleasant. He knew this room. He knew it the way you know a place you’ve tried hard to forget. The same cracked window. The same row of half-destroyed lockers along the back wall. One of which he had hidden inside while Aaron did things to a girl on this exact floor that Leon was not supposed to witness.

The room has white walls or rather had white walls. Coated in blood now and decorated with several pictures of me. Dating back to my college graduation day. Scribbles and markings are on some of my pictures with words like "slut", "traitor", "basard" "devil" "disgrace".

By the time I dropped them off at the preschool, I wanted to go home and take a nap, but there were things in the office that required my attention. I showered and changed in my room at the pack house before heading to my office. To my surprise, Zane was seated in front of my desk waiting for me. “Have the bids together already?” I asked. “I figured that would take at least a day.” “No. There were a couple incidents last night. I need to fill you in.” I gestured for him to continue as I took my own seat behind my desk. “That assassin, Marcus, he killed his cellmate last night.”

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade. The appearance of Freckles at the weapon room where Lightning was about to exist startled the both assassins but it was Lightning who was the first to react and before the scrawny killer with a lot of freckles could react his throw was slit and left to fall to the ground with a fixed shock expression.

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

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"