Class 1 A Door Novels & Stories

Let's go, May, to class 1-A. Ok. Then all the students followed merlin, and when they arrived at class 1-A, and they saw a big door, it was colored in green the merlin opens the door and the inside was full of flying books and paper and the sits were up to down then all the students enters the class then all of them sit at their chosen sit and taso and may sit at each other. Ok, class Let's start, oh yeah I forgot my name is merlin gray heart today and last I will be your advisor I will be your advisor until the end of the semester.

Blaine admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. I limped over to one of the chairs and sat. “What would you do if one of the kids wandered here one day? I asked idly. He winced at the thought. “That’s why both this door and the outer one are reinforced steel, and fingerprint and password protected. If they somehow managed to get through the first door, all they would see is their cousin’s fun man cave.” He spread his hands to indicate the whole room. “They’ll be too dazzled to look at anything else.”

The place seemed utterly deserted, though she could hear an occasional bang or slam in the distance. At last, a wall. A pedestrian walkway. She skipped up on it and walked through to 13-C. Down the row... nothing, no red Honda. She returned to the sidewalk and pressed on and came to another blank wall with a door in it. It said "Aisles 20-A through 22-D" and had an arrow pointing down. This was absurd.

I followed Claire down the central corridor, past a glass-walled conference room where three people sat around a table covered in documents, past a row of closed doors with no nameplates, past a wall of windows that looked out over the city at an angle that made everything below look small and very far away. I had read about this building. I had studied this man's professional history across fourteen pages of notes written at two in the morning. But walking through the space where he actually operated was different. Everything up here had been chosen. Every surface, every place, every degree of silence. At the end of the corridor Claire stopped in front of a door that looked identical to eve

Suddenly, a low familiar sound pierces my ear and I stop. Muffled moans. I scoff under my breath, shaking my head. This is my classroom. I always use this place because it's always empty. Who the hell thinks they can tarnish my spot with their filthy cum? I continue to make my way to the classroom until I stand before the door, the moans are clearer now. I take in a deep breath before suddenly turning the knob and pulling it open without hesitation. The door bangs against the wall, nearly flying off its hinges.

Helena cooed, flicking her finger over the raised number on her own key. Camille nodded at Helena's statement and replied, "Well, I'm in room number three. It should be the first one we come across." I counted the doors as we passed, noting the differences in each one. While one door was a deep maroon shade with golden etching, another was a blinding shade of white. Confusion flashed across my face as I looked at the number thirteen, made from a golden metal, as it sat on the door. The white door was equally strange, sitting on a light blue plaque, the number nineteen shined brightly. As we approached the third door, I felt a frown form on my face. Helena let out a delicate laugh that echoed

~ ANGELO ~ I fixed my gaze more on the number on the door as I strode down, trying to locate room 13. The security man was kind enough to point out their classroom, letting me know most of the teachers were in the building behind the colourful one I stepped into. Only a few stayed back to take care of the children as they went for their break. Though most of the kids were seated in their classes, I could hear sounds coming from the end of the hall.

Loreen followed behind her, and her eyes glanced at each door that they walked past. "Two passageways will come into view. One is on your right while the other is on your left. Follow the one on your left. A blue-colored door different from others, with the number 112 written above it, will be the first door you guys will glimpse, so yes, that's his office." Loreen slowly nodded and fastened her pace to catch up with Kiesha, who was ahead of her. The two passageways came into view, and without hesitation, they walked through the one on their left.

The floor is covered in brown tiles, empty vending machines sit against the far wall, and a row of benches line the walls, giving people a place to sit while Aaron makes whatever announcement he has planned. The main entrance to the school is made entirely of bullet-proof glass doors. There are three high doors side by side, with long metal bars anchored to the fronts. A shirtless Wilkinson is bent over in front of the door, and as the three of us move closer, I notice that he's hunched over because he's handcuffed to the metal bar. Aaron is standing beside him with an unmistakable object in his hands: a whip.

I continue walking in the hallway but I don't think I can play tonight, I know I can't play tonight. I'm not ready to let go of my only dream. I open the door to a random classroom, walking inside and letting the door shut behind me. I notice someone else seated in the middle of the class, alone in the dim room. High schoolers are weird. I turn around to leave, grasping the handle and pulling it again and again but the door won't open. It takes a minute for me to realize that it's one of those doors that only open from the outside.