Classmates Pen Novels & Stories

Phet again was feeling stinging pain on his fingers and his eyes were already welling up with tears while his lips turned into a prominent pout. It was then a bald professor started to speak about the various clubs in the college and told the first year student to take a note of them to explain to their fellow classmates. Phet looked at his fingers. The chemist had just told him not to write. But there was no other option. He had to take note of the damn things the professor was saying. He unzipped his bag with his left hand and took a notebook and pen. He uncapped the top and loosely held the pen in between his fingers. But soon he groaned in pain as he pressed the pen to his fingers and wr

HER boyfriend, Enrique, texted her saying he would be unable to pick her up after class at four p.m. His reason was that he had a lot of important things to do. It's all about the school, of course. Thirty minutes before her class began, Anita found a bench near a café. Her amazement increased when she spotted her cousin sitting on the bench across from her. In her cousin's hand, there was a ballpoint pen and a notebook. It seems like her cousin was doing her writing extremely seriously, as seen by the furrow in her brow.

That is a relief, I am glad that the person sitting beside me in class is a good one. "Did you all bring your pen with you?" Paris asked and everyone yelled out - "Yes!" While me over here, is panicking because I have not brought a pen with me! I am an idiot, how could I forget that a pen is the notebook's best partner? "Hey um, I'm sorry but do you have an extra pen with you?" Momo turns to me and then shakes her head. Ah what should I do? Seems like I've already messed up my second day in this school..

The ball point pen said to the pencil. “It's ok. As long as she's pweeedddyy” the pencil replied. “Seriously, Micah…” “I like her pretty hair” the pencil continued. “I like her pretty eyes” the pen replied. “And I like her pretty everything” Micah said in his normal voice. I blinked rapidly. I hadn't been expecting him to cut it out so suddenly. Neither had I been expecting him to say…all of that.

That it I was done with this subject. My eyes suddenly caught sight of Apple walking pass our classroom with a group of girls from her classroom. I took my black ink pen and started scribbling anything that came across my mind on the answer sheet.

“Thank you--“ “Don’t thank me. I’m giving it to you because you’re annoying! Oh, don’t give it back to me, understood?!” “Still, I’m going to thank--“ “Yeah, whatever!” I bit my lower lip. He rolled his eyes at me. “Eunice, what are you doing there? We’re getting started!” I immediately sat in my chair again. After having a quiz, prof left. I got perfect on our quiz. Hmm, I’m the only one who got it perfect. All of my classmates are zero. They didn’t even write something on their paper. So, what’s the use of their pen then?

He complained to his bunk mate as they share similar experiences of neglect. During prep time, Anslem was always alone, never wanting to associate with anyone. He found the whole environment messy like a military zone compared to his former school. “Who threw the pen?." The class teacher uncle Levias who was busy on the board turned his back and asked. It was the last lesson for the day and uncle Levias the chemistry teacher is fond of keeping students beyond the normal scheduled time and on this particular day, one of the arrogant boys had deliberately thrown a pen cover at him as a sign that the assigned time for the lecture is over.

"Are you kidding me? Give me my pen back." Silence. I purse my lips and not waiting for the answer anymore and simply reaching towards my pen, attempting to pull it out of Axel's hand, but he doesn't let me. "What the fuck?" he asks. "Give me back my pen." I hiss at him. "No. I need a pen. I'm keeping it." he hisses back. "How can you come to school without a pen?" "Simple. I don't take a fucking pen with you." he explains like I'm five years old and my nose flares.

NOVA “Can I lend a pen” Dylan asked after walking in the middle of the class and making someone get up from their seat just so he could sit “You don’t have a pen?” I asked “Turns out I do not” he smiled pretending to go through his seemingly empty bag “Surprise you even have a notebook in there” I rolled my eyes pulling out my pen case “That’s a lot of stationery” he laughed “Making fun of someone you want to borrow from really?” I eyed

She was such a sweetheart, agreeing to do that for me without asking a single question. I remembered that a guy in my school had gotten a 'spy camera' from that store that was inside a working pen. He had been a little too excited to show it to everyone. He also mentioned that it was a lot less expensive than he had thought it would be. After only a couple of days, it was confiscated by one of the teachers.