Assassination Classroom Wallpapers Novels & Stories

It must have been done over the break, and to be honest, it's brilliant, but right now it's showing me something I've seen a good number of times. The walls at the back of the class have been fitted with special reflective panels. I know they're special because I scouted the class early this morning for a seat, and I did not notice them. I can see what all the students are doing behind their textbooks. Most of them are on their phones. Jane's dark mane is resting on the shoulder of some guy watching porn. Her eyes catch mine and she smiles, snuggling closer to him, I snicker inwardly and look away.

>>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< Tall walls? Check. Traps? Check. Homing lasers? Check. Deadly chemicals and bio-toxic waste bombs? Check. Plasma rays? Double check. This was an Area for the mentally unsound not the mentally paranoid. It wasn’t hard to get through it but it was absolutely ridiculous. Now I understood what Nash was taking about.

Instead of finding one, what she saw instead made her blood run cold. Graffitied on the blackboard was her name. All the classroom decorations on top, beside, and below the blackboard was mangled beyond recognition. There were haphazard scribbles in permanent red marker all over the walls with sentences like "Why would you do that to me?" and "This is the class' punishment for treating me badly!" In panic, Cathedra rushed to the blackboard, grabbed the eraser, and began furiously erasing her name. If she could somehow clean this up before Miss Yumi arrives, maybe she won't get into trouble...

The assassin trainees are practicing shooting, most of them are very good in hitting the target's head but little Mayari is having a hard time. She couldn't shoot properly and always miss, the very loud noises of guns being fired is making her head ache painfully and her shaking body couldn't cooperate with her as the memory of her mother being shot dead repeatedly flashed to her mind, scaring her every second she heard a gunshot. She slowly placed her trembling finger in the trigger attempting to hit the target again, regardless of how terrified she is because the punishment she will recieve later will be more painful and dreadful.

Honey Aatish: "Animals study," I say, staring at the board. "Our first class for the day is animals study. Hmm." With my head resting on my hands, I stare at the classroom from where I'm sitting. The classroom is a large circular room with us students sitting in wooden seats on one half and a dozen screens on the other half, each having a picture of a different animal on it. As I keep looking around, someone taps me on my shoulder. Looking to my side, I see our team leader holding up his holo-display. There's a note written on his holo-display.

Cassy The afternoon sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the penthouse study, illuminating the floating dust motes and reflecting brightly off the massive interactive digital screen mounted on the main wall. I smoothed down the front of my cream-colored fitted blouse, adjusted my wire-frame designer glasses, and tapped the glowing stylus against my palm. Behind me, the three most dangerous men on campus sat around the heavy mahogany conference table, watching my every move like hawks tracking prey.

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

The doors were labeled “Printing room.” “We have students who operate the machines in there,” Annabel Reed said. “Jake is one of them and he also happens to be our chief cartoonist.” I nodded. We continued through the passage and came to a door on which was written “Conference room”. Annabel pushed the glass door open and stepped inside with Jake and me at her heels. The room was painted white and cream with a touch of beige. It was huge. The floor was tiled with beige, and there was a huge black glass table with black high-backed metal chairs with cushions on the seats, there was a huge screen behind the glass table and a projector which seemed highly unnecessary since this was just a schoo

The floor is covered in brown tiles, empty vending machines sit against the far wall, and a row of benches line the walls, giving people a place to sit while Aaron makes whatever announcement he has planned. The main entrance to the school is made entirely of bullet-proof glass doors. There are three high doors side by side, with long metal bars anchored to the fronts. A shirtless Wilkinson is bent over in front of the door, and as the three of us move closer, I notice that he's hunched over because he's handcuffed to the metal bar. Aaron is standing beside him with an unmistakable object in his hands: a whip.

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.