Class 1 A Classroom Novels & Stories

She gave a small smile, and waited patiently as I gathered my things. I slid into the empty seat behind her, with my cheeks burning. Just as I settled down, more students started filling the classroom –and right on cue, the homeroom teacher walked in. Great, now I was going to be tagged as a weirdo on my first day. Barely two minutes in and I caught their quiet rustle of gossip a row behind me. “Is that her?” “Class A? Seriously?” I didn't even look back. They could never say it to my face anyways. But I was confused with the phrase “Class A”. Was there something about this class?

And where the hell on earth is this f**king room? Then I walked past a classroom, and it was named A-01. I went to the 2nd floor and looked at the classroom called B-09. Damn, how many classrooms are in this f**king building? F*ck, I really should stop cursing even in my head. And I walked straight into the corridor, and as usual, almost all of the students' eyes were on me. Damn, I know I'm new here, so don't freaking stare. Don't they know that it's rude?

" James is really worried about Mark. He didn't know if he wasn't by his side to help him, he wouldn't be able to go to class. Moreover, with a bad temper like him, I don't know if I can make new friends. Oh! You look like an old mother worried about her young son. The two parted at the notice board and went back to their classrooms. Not too hard to find. Because next to the class list bulletin board, there is also a classroom map pasted. Grade 10 studies on the 1st floor, the position of the upper class is ranked from right to left.

I imagined the humans were servants doing their errands. I stood in the back thinking to myself. I was going to a new school. My first school and I was excited. I did not know what this school looked like but it had to be better than being at home. The doors opened, and I saw the hallway leading to my future. There were red lockers going down a white brick wall. There were several doors going down the hallway. Each door had a grade above it, saying grades kindergarten through 6th with a letter behind each grade. I wondered how the classes work. Did each grade have only one teacher? Blake waved goodbye to me as I stepped into the hall. I looked for the first grade door. There were 5 different

I was feeling apprehensive about today for some strange reason. Soon we were driving to the large academic building. The architecture was old but still in pristine condition and showed an air of grandeur and wealth. After parking, Aiden asked to see my class schedule, and I handed it to him. Grinning, he said, “All your classes are on the first floor so you shouldn't have any problems finding them. Also, this first classroom will remain the same for your entire stay and is similar to a home room, like in a pack school.”

Ye Jun bluntly refused. "C'mon, make up your sad face." Mizu smiled, as if she couldn't believe it. "Don't be afraid, A class isn't terrible." "Yeah, that's good. Because in class A we will get the letters of the Alphabet." I said. For the first time, I agree with Mizu's opinion. "No!" cried Adnan. "The A class is the worst class among the others." He took a deep breath, then he looked at Mizu. "You can relax like this? Don't you know, it's a special class for outcasts with inhuman tasks."

I hurriedly climbed up the stairs where the ‘A’ section of the building was. I walked through the hallway looking for class A232. I was getting impatient. Oh God, I’m going to be late for my first class on my first day, I thought. My teacher is going to think I’m one of those people who think they’re ‘bad ass’. I rolled my eyes. The teachers were so judgmental. Oh well, it’s not my fault the classroom numbers were faded and so hard to read.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the elementary school playground as the bell rang, signaling the start of recess. The children of Class 1-A burst out of the classroom like a herd of wild antelopes—some sprinting toward the jungle gym, others huddling around the hopscotch grid, and a few already negotiating the exchange of snacks. But in the far corner of the yard, one student had a far more ambitious plan in mind.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

Those sunrays-like buildings were for academy staff: like faculties, principal office, even the canteen, gym, and etc. Good thing that Yman easily found his classroom. It was located in the fifth classroom of the first floor in the outer layer square building. It was on the left side when facing it from the gate. When Yman opened the door of the classroom of year 1 section Bronze, all the students that already inside stared at him. And they murmured that he was the guy who always collapses at the training grounds. Yman without minding them continued walking to look for the vacant seat. "Yman Bro!"