Novel & Cerita Assassination Classroom Wallpapers

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.

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.

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.