Novel & Cerita Class 1 A Door

‘Please follow me in order to go sa inyong rooms where you’ll take the exam. May biglang nakipag-usap sa ‘kin sa isip ko. Woah, this is cool. The student in front of me began to walk. I immediately catched up. Mabuti nalang at kaunting steps lang ang ginawa naming at nasa tapat na kami ng isang room. The door of the room looked elegant. It has gold frames. Tapos kulay brown siya and may nakalagay na ‘Room 6-A’ sa itaas.

She just deemed it a waste of time, and she had little of it after she had become Ignis’ classroom key. All the students soon found out that the answer to enter their classrooms without getting thrown several meters away lies in their ring. Every classroom door had a hidden ring slot that only showed up once it sensed nearby mana. Once a ring was put in there, the door would stay open indefinitely. The problem was, they could only use a ring on their corresponding element’s door. So if one used a wind ring to get in an earth door, it wouldn’t open no matter how long the person stood in front of it. It was the same when Ignis’ ruby ring was slotted in Water Class 2’s door.

I got my schedule and headed to my first class maths, ugh who puts maths as first period on a Monday morning. That's fucking torture. CIA should use this schools tactics on how to mentally torture poor helpless human beings. Monsters. 334, the grey numbers stood out on the oak door. I was hesitating to go inside not only because I've already made a statement and can't hide but also the fact that I hate people. I peered through the criss crossed window to see very one already seated; even worse.

the woman behind the desk said and I smiled biting my inner cheek, "thank you.." "Now go.. you are already late for your first class.." I nodded my head getting up and held the map in my hand. Where the fuck is class C1.. "C1 is on the second floor on your right.." the admin lady said and I mumbled a thank you before following her directions. I read my time table.. I had English, Math, History, Biology and music class.. great I might as well leave at 6pm if I have so many classes. I found the class and opened the door without even knocking. I quickly walked in and all eyes were on me.

He can’t stop being amused by how sturdy the materials used on building the whole floors are. At the second floor of the building, there are eight rooms, four at each side facing each other. Each door has names on it that indicate who owns the room. Kanaye stepped forward when he saw his own name at the door. He hurriedly opened the door out of excitement. The door is heavy and is made of very sturdy wood. At waist level on the left of the door is a metal panel, which supports a large metal doorknob.

Each was marked in large block numbers, one through seven. Charlotte actually choked on a giggle before schooling her features again and I tried not to feel insulted. Clearly, class one was my first of the day. As I strode through the door with an outward confidence I didn't feel, I did my best to pretend a foot-tall sprite with a propensity for pink hadn't just treated me like an idiot.

I roll my eyes as he decides to ignore me. We get to our classroom, and he frantically beats on the door. "Let us in!" Yes, be loud Alec, that totally won't attract a killer. The teacher opens the door and pulls us in. Everyone is huddled on the side of the room where the window on the door is perfectly angled away from them. The teacher frantically turns out the lights and locks the door with shaking hands. Alec and I make our way toward the class. We sit close to the wall with a few students in front of us.

Alex linked. He was looking at the same door and immediately his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Don't you smell that?" I linked back. "What smell?! Are you ok Alpha?" Alex looked panic, like he was unsure what to do. "Stay put, just investigating something." My eyes were locked on at the black door; it was large and had intricate wood carvings imbedded into the exterior wood, but I knew this wasn't a regular wooden door. It was steel, disguised as wood to keep intruders out. I only knew that because my father used the same type of doors growing up in the pack house. He was a paranoid Alpha that took extreme measures to keep us all protected, especially my mother.

" Ummm... Pearl Hart...year one Class B " She introduced herself and heard him speak again, " We are in the same class, how wonderful. " he extended his hand for her to take. " Nice meeting you " He shook her hand and smiled at her. " Here, this is your room " They stopped before a door. 1005 was scripted above the door. " Thank you." Pearl thanked him and took her suitcase she was about to enter when she remembered something. " Oh wait " Daniel stopped in his tracks and turned back, " Is there anything else? "

The soft hum of conversations and occasional laughter wafts through the air, creating a sense of community. My dorm room door bears my name in vibrant purple hues, accompanied by delicate vine-like illustrations. In contrast, my cousin Jessy's door remains untouched, marked only by the impersonal numeral "fifty three." While etiquette dictates knocking, Jessy's habit of unceremoniously entering my room prevails. Standing at door fifty three, I disregard the customary courtesy and swing it open.