Classmates Pen Novels & Stories

𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮, 𝓒𝔂𝓪𝓷 –𝓝𝔂 Are these three for real? I glanced at them and back down to the paper. Goodness, I thought these three would be all serious about classes but here they are, conversing on a paper. Sheesh. Nevertheless, I pulled out a quill pen that already had ink inside (bought by the High Lord) and wrote down my answer.

As if things weren't worse enough, my stupid pen chose that silent moment to fall to the ground. The sound echoed so loud in the quiet classroom forcing everyone's attention to me. My whole body stiffened. The hair on my neck became suddenly hyper aware of a ‘particular’ person's stare. “I’d love to have an extra pen if you don't need that one any longer.” Kyle muttered quietly and made to pick my pen up but I beat him to it. “Screw you.” I hissed with a glare as Kyle grinned, before returning his attention back to his work.

After what happened at the party, few of her classmates are avoiding her, but Kyle Andrada stayed by her side. She took a deep breath, as she tries to muster all her courage to step inside the room, and face all of her classmates. As soon as she stepped inside the room, all of her classmates suddenly stopped talking to each other, while watching her walk inside. She didn't say anything, but she just went to her usual seat, which was at the corner of the room. One of their male classmate suddenly approached her, while holding a pen. "Hey, Mira... I saw this pen on the ground. Is this yours?" Brent suddenly asked.

3. "Hmp, what a waste." Classmate no.4. "But, we can still dance with him, right?" Classmate no.5. "Yes, but I want to be his partner." Classmate no.6. "Tch, if this girl doesn't exist Mylo might have asked me." Classmate no.7.

Cyrene heeded her parents’ advice, and she had been paying good attention in the class. However, after her classmate woke up from his nap, the boy became a little unruly. He started toying with his pencil box. When he got tired of the pencil box, he began to use his pen to scribble on the book. Later, when he felt drawing was starting to get very dull, he began to tear the textbook and folded paper airplanes with the pages. The language teacher turned a blind eye to all of this. Cyrene was somewhat affected by this boy, but she dared not say anything. Marius seemed like a very fierce character.

“Lorenzo... Rom—” Before I can finish, a small voice pipes up from behind me. “That’s me.” I turn and find a boy standing by the hallway, holding a sketchpad. His dark brown eyes study me curiously, his hair tousled like he’s just woken up from a nap. He’s probably around six or seven. I smile gently. “Hi, Bryan. I’m Penelope.” He shuffles closer, still clutching his sketchpad. “Are you the girl who makes pretty necklaces?”

All of my classmates agreed with what Brena said, the others even looked at me then gave me a smile and thumbs up, as if they were saying that my opponent is no longer in this classroom and can I want them all to be friends. “One more. I want you all to report to me who dare to fight with my friend. Do you understand?!” Again all my classmates agreed with Brena. Before Brena left in front of the teacher’s table, that Alex Shin and Andrew entered the classroom. Shin approached Brena. That Shin said something to Brena, but I didn’t hear because of the noise here. Then they both smiled. Are the two of them close? I took my eyes off Brena and to that Playboy Shin, as Andrew passed our plac

⊱♥⊱╮ღ FELL TO THEIR TRAP ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ After they left, I was sitting on my bed holding the pen Lucas gave me. I am just looking at it right now. This pen seems expensive, and it's branded. But, I love this kind of pen. I use to work as a part-time calligrapher in my college days to earn money for my tuition. My family was poor, and we can't afford to pay for my education, so all my expenses are on me. So as I look at this pen, it kind of reminds me of them.

"This is why I decided to give you this project. I'll be assigning each student a number, the student who has the same number as you is likely to be your partner, and no they aren't your classmates here in Health, they're students from my other classes. I've already given the other students their numbers, so feel free to find your partner at lunch then both of you report to me once you find them, you only have until the end of the day to find them and report to me or else I will be deducting 20 points from your grades every day until you find them. I need to do this because I know that some of you will not make an effort to find their partners. I'll be giving you 3 months for this project. Y

I had a feeling I'd enjoy this class. She went straight to the board and started writing, and we began taking notes, and that's when I realized my pen had run out of ink. I shook my empty pen, trying to magically make the inkless pen write. Frantically, I started searching my bag, searching everywhere as if I had any spare pen saved anywhere. But I was suddenly saved by the guy behind me, who seemed almost like a girl. He quietly placed a pen on my desk, and I turned to thank him with a cheeky wink. The timing was impeccable.