Class 1 A Door Novels & Stories

he said, stopping at the door. The door was labeled 1021 A.D. I gulped hard as I recalled what I had done that year. He smiled at me and opened the door. He swung it wide and stood by it, ushering me to come in. I felt like my feet were stuck to the ground. I moved slowly and walked into the door. He walked in after me and closed the door.

The locker door slams with a bang as Amy runs down the halls, trying to make it to the class on time. A large analogue clock in the corridor strikes 8:00AM and Amy cusses. By the time she gets to the class, the teacher is already in and speaking. Bowing her head, she eases the door as gently as possible, hoping against hope that the door does not creak, or that somehow, the teacher and the fifteen-odd students in the class will totally miss her entering the class. Of course, no such thing happens. The door swings open— “—And… we thank you for deciding to join us, Miss Amy. Your approval of our worthiness is… most appreciated.”

‘Someone knocks on the door’ Eileen opened her eyes. She stood up and opened the door. “Leen! Thank goodness you opened the door. Why aren’t you in class?” She was shocked to see Ms. Cortez in front of her door. “I don’t feel g-good” “Ok, go to Building 1 tomorrow.” Eileen closed the door after. She looked at the clock and it’s 11:00 In the evening. She decided to go out. It’s already late, which means there’s no one outside.

It was as though I were seeing a couple of its reflections through a mirror. “ Daphne, our classroom is over here. Not there!” I paused and spun to my heels to see Kurt standing by the door with carved ‘213’ on it. “What are you waiting for? Come on in!” “Wait!” I almost stumbled as I ran to the door where he disappeared.

[Matilda] "Mommy, someone's at the door," Aiden said from the dining room. I hummed, wiping my hand on the napkin and grabbing their lunch boxes as I made my way toward the living room "Be fast boys, we need to leave soon okay?" I said as I walked past them heading to the living room I wasn't expecting anyone by this time, who could it be? I walked over to the door and pulled the door handle open I would be lying if I said my instincts didn't tell me that Kaden was the one right at my door

The school was a tidy, modern building with pastel colors and a manicured lawn. Thomas parked along the sidewalk and turned slightly in his seat. "You're walking her in," He said, more like a command than a suggestion. "Building A. First floor. Class 1B." "Got it." I replied, stepping out and helping Angelina down. I held Angelina’s hand as we crossed to the entrance of the building and a woman behind the reception desk smiled before giving me a visitor badge and pointing us toward the kindergarten wing. Angel held my hand all the way to her class.

“Mrs. West has her prep period this hour. She’s in Room 18, just down the hall by the stairs.” I thanked her and made my way to Donna West’s classroom. My shoes were wet and squeaked against the polished floors as I walked. The blonde oak door was closed, but I could see Donna working at a desk inside through the small wire-gridded window. I knocked gently and opened the door when I saw her look up. “Hello,” I said, as I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. Donna West said nothing, but fixed me with a cold look.

Marissa stood about 10 feet away from me as she tried to grab a couple of them. "KIDS! FOLLOW ME AND THE LUNA NOW!" I yelled picking up 2 of the smallest. Marissa pushed more kids in my direction and we rushed everyone downstairs. She entered the passcode to the big steel door. The huge silver door moved to the side with the sounds of air being passed through the room. As soon as all of us were in, Marissa put in the code on another wall pieces and the door closed quickly and locked tight. The sound of the metal groaned against each other as it locked it tight.

The door is opened as I reach it and I ask the doorman where I can find my parents. “They are in the music room my lady.” Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;

The air grew heavy with the weight of years. Finally, they reached a door. Not a portal, not a console, not a shimmering gateway of light. An actual door. Wooden. Solid. Ancient. It had a handle, a frame, even a small window at eye level through which faint light glowed. "What's behind it?" Aiden asked, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon. "The beginning." The Architect pushed the door open.