Class 1 A Classroom Novels & Stories

Well of course my sweet little girl, now here's your schedule Timmy will you to your first class" she finishes. I look down at my schedule I have the regular academic classes, gym (yuck), and two new classes for me little class and Dom and little class. Timy walks into the office offers me his hand and we walk together toward my first class of the day, I'm scared and nervous it's a little class, I have no idea what's this about. We enter a classroom it's full of littles wearing the same uniform as me, some daddy and mommy doms, the tables are two big round tables with chairs around them.

She led the way while the kids and I followed behind. She came to a stop and pointed to a class. “This will be Lovie’s class.” She said, smiling towards her. I scanned the classroom. Small colorful chairs surrounded grouped desks, while children’s drawings covered the walls beside alphabet charts and math posters. The room carried the warm chaos of a second-grade class. I nodded slowly. We continued walking and stopped in another classroom. “This will be Aaron’s classroom.” She gestured. I looked around the classroom. Rows of desks stretched across the room, notebooks and laptops scattered over them. A few students chatted in corners while others barely looked up from their phones.

And then when they reached 1 foot away from the seniors, they stopped. A red-haired gentleman stood forward and scrambled the piece of papers in his hand. He coughed, and spoke; "Today is the first day of school, and we seniors will introduce the rooms dedicated for the three groups in CLASS 1- FURIES." Another senior continued; "Without further ado, let's start the tour around the school."

She asked. “Uh-Yeah!” I glanced at Valek and Emilio, “I was wondering if we could take a look around first.” “Sure!” She gestured for us to come in, “Everyone’s free to look around.” I liked how friendly she was and how she guided us throughout the place. There were about five classrooms with about 7-10 kids in each and all the classrooms were doing some sort of fun activity. After the survey I could tell that the focus of this place was to make children learn with creativity.

He continues, pointing past the staircase after he put my cello down to explain. "Take one right in these long hallways is your year's classes." He says gesturing to our right. "To the left is the year nine's classes. The year ten's and eleven's have their own wing, it's the same with the year twelve's and thirteen's. It goes like that all the way through, from preschool to university."

The pupils sitting in the first row seemed uneasy and hardly talking to each other. A girl stood up from the circle of girls in the middle of the classroom, walked to Thandi and said “ Good morning, welcome to 9a. I’m Pretty, the class rep. You can sit on the last desk on the first row. That’s the row for new pupils”

Elvis, smiled faintly and continued, “We were supposed to use the orientation hall for this, but it seems there’s a lot of activities going on this morning, and the halls are currently occupied. So, we’ll be using this classroom instead.” He placed a few papers on his desk and looked around. “As we all know, this is your first year. You’ve already received your handouts during the break — that includes your uniforms, your materials, and the school rules. I believe everyone has read through them.” A few people murmured quietly, nodding. I just kept my gaze forward, trying not to look awkward.

He read on its map that the school had four Canteens. He had already entered it when he joined the enrollment so even if he only went once, he already knew the place. Towards the end of the school is an abandoned building. It is close to the forest. After a long walk he found his classroom. He knocked first before entering. The classroom is air conditioner and in the middle is a 35 inches TV. The contents of the room stared at him. He entered without hesitation. "You must be the new kid. Come in." The Teacher who was sitting in the middle smiled. His smile turned into a grin as a prank entered his brain.

We walked into the classroom, us being the latest ones to arrive and took the only seats available which were in the front of the class. “Welcome SECOND years!!” Mr Jackson announced with his arms up high. “I'm so proud of you guys, you did it!” He added. The whole classroom smiled at that, feeling excited for the new year. “I need some help carrying some stuff from the teacher's room. Kenna, Beatrice, please?” Mr Jackson asked and opened the door for us. The teachers' room was on the top floor in the other building, the school consisting of one main building and two smaller ones next to it.

You watch One Piece. Suddenly, Lane stops before a completely unremarkable classroom. There is nothing written on the name-plate by the door. I pause at that, thinking it's odd, and Mr. Lane pushes the door open with a creak. "We're here!" he says. Desks and chairs were stacked up casually in one corner of the classroom. Maybe it was being used for storage? The stack was the only thing differentiating this room from all the others. There is nothing special about it. It is extremely normal.