Novel & Cerita Class 1 A Door

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.

I had a fun argument under my belt already that day, and my homework situation was about a chill as it ever got. Two rooms before I reached my own, I saw the door to 210 standing open. The cultural rule at my university is that if you leave your door open, it is an invitation to one and all to drop in and hang out. If you find a door closed, but you still want to talk to the inhabitant(s), you knock, and wait. No answer, you move on. About a third of doors were open at any given time. I had passed several to get to this point in the hall.

Miss Dolores gave us a quick glance before she walked to open the door. Three Police showed up. Miss Dolores turned her gaze to us again this time with forehead furrowed. “Good Morning Ma'am, sorry for disturbing your class Is this Class Class A-2?” I heard the Police asked. He had a well built body but for me He's like a cartoon character who I watched back then—Jhonny Bravo. “Ah yeah” Miss Dolores answered. I have a bad feeling about this. They went outside the room that's why I couldn't heard them anymore maybe they're talking something private.

The classes are grouped into A, B, C, and D. Depending on our career paths and grades, we’ll be separated in Year 2. I’m not sure what lies ahead for me as the future Luna, but I know Lilith will have answers for me. Since Year 2 is still so far away, I push those thoughts down and continue to 2A. There are signs above each door with its name written on it. Helga is in 2A, which is the first door on my left. As I approach the heavy door, soft laughter echoes from within. I recognize it as Helga’s, and a smile breaks out on my lips as I grip the handle.

I imagined the humans were servants doing their errands. I stood in the back thinking to myself. I was going to a new school. My first school and I was excited. I did not know what this school looked like but it had to be better than being at home. The doors opened, and I saw the hallway leading to my future. There were red lockers going down a white brick wall. There were several doors going down the hallway. Each door had a grade above it, saying grades kindergarten through 6th with a letter behind each grade. I wondered how the classes work. Did each grade have only one teacher? Blake waved goodbye to me as I stepped into the hall. I looked for the first grade door. There were 5 different

If I were to give an example, stuffs like explosions, perhaps— it would’ve killed me. I wonder if he’s suggesting this on purpose just to pull a prank on me… It must be it. Thus, I wore my uniform and head to the classroom, which is to the second door at the bottom right corner of my room (viewing the floor plan from the perspective of the lift), the door is connected to the classroom. By the way, the second door had an authorisation lock same as the entrance door, unlike the first door. This means I’m the only person who could unlock the door from the classroom and the entrance.

Third Person's POV: Maryam felt a little rumble in her stomach when she approached the classroom door quietly. She looked at the familiar wooden door with a glass box to peek inside through. A small metal tag was pasted beside it, labeled 12-A. Maryam gulped down the lump forming in her throat and she grabbed the hem of her baggy maroon t-shirt, twisting and twirling it between her fingers.

Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before. "Open the door! Open the door now! Those things are going to get us!" "La Signorina," Quinto's low, threatening voice was heard through the door. "You heard what happened to the other guy just now. If you don't open the door, you're going to die right after us!" They then stopped throwing themselves at the door and began targeting the door's weakest spot—the door lock. They kept attacking the door lock now as it was the most likely to break first, and their hammering only grew louder and louder with each strike. The lock visibly began wobbling.

His reply came right away, reassuring Sara whose muscles were stiff. She took in the door before her. There was no name plate or any position written on the door. There was just a big 'A' carved in the door that could be seen easily. A as in Alexander. Sara scrunched up her nose and let Mr Daniels step back, before she pulled at the doorknob. The door opened and she stepped inside. The door closed behind her on it's own and she blinked in the darkness before her. There was not even a little light here to illuminate the room here. The hair on Sara's neck stood up as a shiver ran down her spine.

Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.