Class 1 A Classroom Novels & Stories

I walked into the classroom and it was curiously quiet. The teacher sat at her desk, not even facing the class. There were about twelve desks in the room. Each one was clear except for a single black blindfold placed right in the middle. The students, roughly fifty percent girls and fifty percent boys sat nervously in their seats. I took the last remaining chair toward the back of the room. As soon as I sat down, the teacher stood up and closed the door. “Welcome everyone!” she announced. “This class is Sex 101.”

Jihoon grimaced at the long rip in the calf of his beige pants. He’d had a growth spurt the past year, making him the tallest in his class. It also made him unintentionally clumsy. The school was a U-shaped building with long narrow hallways, lined on one side by classrooms and on the other by wide windows facing the inner courtyard and sports fields. The building was old, and there was no central heat to warm the halls in the brisk fall chill. They snuck into the back of the classroom with ten minutes left in homeroom. The teacher, Miss Kwon, was still addressing the class.

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

What a wasteful of money from there parents. We went to school office to get our daily schedule. Luckily we have same class this hour and it's Science 1. We head to 215 room, most of the students already there and all eyes snap on us when we enter. We took a sit in front of the class since I don't want to gain more attention that I have right now. I can still hear the class whispering and I saw from my peripheral view that some boys whistle on us trying to get our attention. Good thing the professor walk in and the class began. After one hour the school bell ring and the class immediately went outside. I decided to stay a little bit longer to avoid getting bump from the students whose all hu

“12 PM sharp.” ≈≈≈ Harold was beginning to get a hang of how the class buildings were arranged or rather, he was creating a pattern with which he could remember the locations of the classrooms and the potential lectures that could be held in them. Citadels A to H were located in the ‘Generals’ Building and only regular lectures were allowed in there—for everyone regardless of their specie, and the subjects ranged from Mathematics to Geography, Physics, Chemistry, Philosophy and the rest.

I kind of like that it's not as grandiose. The halls aren't terribly crowded, but they're far from empty. And interestingly, a lot of the people carrying backpacks appear to be older than me. I follow one of them into a classroom on the right. The room is huge, way bigger than I thought could be in a building this size. There are at least twenty rows, each one a step higher than the last so they look stacked. The long white tables stretch from one end of the room to the next on each row so the only way in or out of your row is down the side.

It was as if I had stepped into another realm, one that promised warmth and love as it lured me into a space I knew I might never willingly wish to be let out of. As I walked through the hallways, I noticed classrooms buzzing with activity. Each room was meticulously organized, with learning stations, toys, and materials carefully arranged to foster curiosity and exploration. They adorned the walls with alphabet charts, number lines, and whimsical decorations, creating an immersive environment.

“What are you doing, Kell? This isn’t your class.” I shake my head and lead her towards an empty table in the back as she looks around uncomfortably. The classroom is a typical science class with connecting tables. There are already students talking and whispering. Some of the girls wave and smile at me beckoningly, but I don’t respond. By the way, Amara is glaring at them; I’d say it’s a good call.

I say while skimming through the pamphlet on my hand. "Tsk. Tsk. Not gonna happen. They are going to love me. You just see it." She jumps to make a turn at me and points her arm like a dancer. "I'm gonna rock the school tomorrow." "We have reached the classroom, rockstar." I say and put the pamphlet in Laila's file and open the door of the classroom. The white painted door makes a creaking noise and we walk inside the quiet room. It looks just like any other nursery classroom, reminding me of Shin Chan's Kasukabe school. Cute little colored benches stand in a row of five and the back wall is stuffed with blue shelves that contain stationary items, bags, ribbons and board games. Plus, there i

I hadn’t found a better substitute for ‘I work as a maid in the Erymor House. Once our registration was finally done, Amber led the way to our first lecture. The classroom wasn’t huge, but it was grand in its own way, with ornate mouldings, high ceilings, and tall floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a proper amount of natural light. It looked like it belonged in some ancient library rather than a school. But the number of people inside caught my attention more than the décor. Only twenty. I had expected at least fifty or a hundred. This classroom had the capacity for two hundred students, but no. There were just twenty students, each one looking like they belonged there. I suddenly felt ver