Assassination Classroom Wallpapers Novels & Stories

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the classroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the rows of desks arranged neatly in pairs. The classroom itself was a study in symmetry and order, with chalkboards spanning the length of the front wall and corkboards on the back wall displaying students' artwork and notices. Each desk bore the unmistakable signs of a student's presence – textbooks, notebooks, and the occasional doodle etched into the wooden surface. The room had a familiar, lived-in feel, a place where memories were created, lessons learned, and friendships forged.

Bianca arrived at the yoga studio, Mary was directing the workers to move a huge Guanyin with dripping water into the newly renovated hot yoga room. She had arranged for a photographer to take promotional photos of the yoga instructors, and the agreed time was approaching. Bianca walked up to Mary and gently called out, "Mary." Mary turned around and saw Bianca, immediately putting on a kind smile and saying, "Bianca, you're here so early. You came just in time. What do you think of our new classroom?" Bianca then carefully looked at the classroom. The decoration of the classroom was simple and unique, with mirrors on the front and back walls, and a full-length glass wall on the outer side.

The room was unlike any classroom I had ever seen before, with tall, arched windows that let in streams of golden sunlight, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the stone walls. The windows themselves had seemed to be enchanted, with their panes adorned with sophisticated designs-there were even seemingly monsters and angels- that danced and shimmered in the sunlight. It was as if they were alive, watching over the room with an otherworldly gaze. It reminded me of the windows of a Catholic Church. Had never been in one though, except in stories. The walls of the classroom were lined with bookshelves, filled to the brim with ancient tomes and magical artifacts.

“It makes sense that there would be a tunnel entrance here. Assassins love the chaos of parties.” I swallowed nervously and nodded as I looked around. I could only imagine the terror that would come along with discovering that someone at your own party was poisoned or killed in some other way; the screaming, the people running around, the crying children… I tried not to think about it. As I looked around, I noticed that the walls were painted with ornate depictions of what looked like werewolves and humans. I took a step closer to get a better look. The first panel depicted humans and wolves running together with the light of the full moon over them. The wolves were enormous; three times the

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.

I reached the door of Room 412 and delivered the signature knock. Three sharp raps in quick succession, silence, and then one final, heavy strike. It was a code that told anyone who knew me well enough that I was the one knocking and it was safe to open The door swung open almost instantly. Rachel stood there, draped in a cupro robe that cost more than most people made in a month, her eyes lighting up with a hunger I usually found easy to satiate. I looked around before I got in incase they were paparazzi’s or any media outlets around

I tell River when he begins to walk back to his chair. I look at the wall behind him and my eyes must show my surprise. The newly plastered wall is covered in a white board that has been mounted with nails. There are maps stuck on small pieces of paper. Snaps of people seen through robot cameras. A few pictures of military personnel, and a ton of shots with the dead victims. A few of the girls smiling. “If things were so bad why not call us in sooner?” I question as Beauty takes a seat on Spades chair.

“It’s been like… thirty seconds.” “That’s still forever.” I shake my head, but I’m smiling a little as I walk over to him. “You’re dramatic.” “You like it.” I roll my eyes, giving him an exaggerated sigh, to continue his teasing. “I tolerate it.” “That’s basically the same thing.” We fall into step together, moving down the hallway casually as everyone heads for the doors. The bright yellow paint on the walls is a stark contrast to the muted blue of lockers. We pass classroom doors that teachers decorate to make them stand out. They’re all different, some are reflections of the teachers themselves, others just exaggerate the subject or grade they teach.

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.”