Class 1 A Door Novels & Stories

As soon as she reached the door the door busted open with a loud thud. "Aaaaaaaaaa"

‘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.

I responded, smiling. I turned my back on him with a little thrill and bent down at the waist, exposing my behind as I took my time picking up the brochure I had let fall earlier. I stood up slowly, put my breast back in my blouse and headed for class C-126 without turning back. C-122, C- 124... That was it, C-126; Mandy's class. Here I was, standing before the closed door. What should I do? What should I say? I couldn't just barge in looking like I did. Having no time to stand around thinking, I opened the door a crack and, peeking my head in, cleared my throat. Everyone looked toward me.

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.

now we don't have a door. Okay.

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.