Novel & Cerita Classmates Pen

Cassian was stationed at the pen aisle, loudly announcing, “These pens are the sword of intellect. These pencils… the shields of learning. Choose wisely!” Adrian sighed audibly. “Someone, please, stop him.” Lucian and I wandered together, arms brushing occasionally, smiling quietly at the chaos unfolding. “It’s exhausting,” I murmured. “Delightful,” he corrected, a grin tugging at his lips. We helped the girls select their supplies: notebooks, pencils, rulers, and snacks for lunchboxes. My father lingered nearby, offering sage advice and gently reminding the girls of lessons he thought might be helpful. At the checkout, the chaos didn’t end. Aria decided she needed to explain the “science of

Soo Times Up! Pencils Down!" An array of thuds echoed in the large classroom as multiple students put their pencils off to the side. With desk collums of 15 and rows of 20, an array of male army shaved heads lined every desk.... except one who had longer hair and seemed to be sleeping as everyone around her seemed to be in a hurry to finish the writing assignment. Many seemed happy, while others slightly frustrated as the time ticked down to Zero and the skinny ruthless instructor hollard for them to stop. Everyone flipped their papers over and slid them slightly forward onto a paper size rectangle in the middle top of their wooden looking desks.

he joke that me just laughed at. There are fillers and some notebooks. There is also a bag, some ballpen and many types of pen. Why there's a lot pen here? These are just the same pen. "What course did you take, brother?" He asked as he put his notebooks into his bag. "BSBA," I replied. His ballpen he was holding suddenly fell to the ground. He seem surprised by my answer. "A-Are you sure? I thought you don't like math?" he asked in surprise. His thick eyebrows met.

Clein and I both had red faces, add other students who were curious, looking at us intently. "S-shut up! Just eat quietly!" Clein said, irritated. The four just giggled while I just shook my head and heaved a sigh, I hope it's always like this. A day without problems. But that’s impossible I know. "CLEIN, do you have a ballpen there?" I yell at Clein who is in their seat with Zach and the others, they are playing Mobile Legends on their phone. "Just look for some in my bag, Hon," he said to me with a playful smile while his eyes were still on his phone.

"Thanks, bitch." We went to our classroom together and I only waited 'til our lunch time. Sitting and listening to the professors was extremely boring and I wonder how my classmates copes with that? Can't they feel the boredom? I just want to control the time and make it fast forward! Our mathematics lesson finally ended. My classmates, especially Rocelia has wrote a lot of equation on her notebook. I unconsciously looked down on mine. Empty and all clean. "Need pen?" My seatmate at the left, Joey suddenly, asked.

sits nearby, alongside a pen holder filled with pens and pencils. Once everyone is settled in, Mr. Fren starts handing out the test papers. The history test paper slides across Zack’s desk with a quiet scrape of paper against wood. He glances down at the cover sheet, noting the usual instructions– answer all the questions on the paper; read through the assignment before starting; number your answers as indicated; write neatly and legibly; only use a blue ball point pen to write; draw a clear line through work that should not be marked– and feels a familiar twinge of dread. History has never been his strongest subject. Around him, pens click and papers shuffle as students begin tackling the q

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

I whispered. "Not if we have the **Pen**," Rowan said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver object. It wasn't a pen. It was a **Bottle of Ink**. And on the label, it said: **"UNLIMITED CONTENT."**

I was Haven Kenway, and I would not let some stupid, twelve-year-old boy get to me. I grabbed my favorite pencil — one of the good ones, the kind with the type of eraser that didn’t leave annoying streaks on the paper — and I sharpened it with my handheld sharpener until it was as pointy as possible. My pencils always had to be sharp. I couldn’t stand dull pencils. I then took out a piece of my nice, crisp, white paper with perfect blue lines, and wrote back to my pen pal who didn’t want me.

It's my precious pen which my sister Lassya had gifted me back in my school time. How do I know it's mine when there are plenty of similar pens on the market? Well, back in the school when I had got my pen back all thanks to Avi, I had put an identity sign on it by glueing a red stone on the head of the pen cap. The pen in Maverick's hand has the same stone on the head of the pen cap. No wonder it's mine but to my surprise, it's all safe like it was brought yesterday. Why does it seem like he has taken care of this pen, like his life? But why would he do that in the first place?