Novel & Cerita Classmates Pen

"There are still many kind people in the world.” A middle school in Hatriden, Cassie returned to her class and finished giving out all the gifts. There was still a pen in her hand that had not been given out, which was given to Lennon as a gift, it was just that she was unable to find the opportunity when he went to the meeting that morning. There were only fifteen minutes left before class, and she was determined to give him the pen as soon as she could, so that he could use her pen when he did his homework this afternoon.

But after scanning the room, Annabelle didn’t see her, so she took an empty seat in the last row, pulled out her textbook and notebook, and began preparing for class. As she rummaged through her bag, she realized her pen was missing. After thinking for a moment, she recalled she must have lost it while sitting by the lake earlier. She tapped the shoulder of the girl sitting in front of her. "Excuse me, do you have an extra pen?" The girl turned to glance at her, then pulled a pen out of her pencil case and handed it to her. "Thanks." "No problem, Anna," the girl said with a smile, winking at her.

I smiled at them and exchange acknowledgements at every praise and flatter. Bukas ang karinderya sa araw na iyon hindi para sa karaniwang araw kung hindi para igunita ang pagiging first honor ko sa aming klase. Our neighbours take turns on the table serving themselves a good provision. Hindi na ako nag-imbita ng kaklase dahil hindi ko naman close ang mga iyon. I firmly tattooed it inside my mind that I have nothing to do with my classmates. I will only be a passing air in our class except that my name would remind them of my achievements in class.

“I want you all to write a letter to yourselves about whatever you want. Or something you’d like to look back on and smile about after you complete middle school.” “Interesting,” Nico remarked and wasted no time in starting his letter. The class joined in, surprisingly excited to pen down their thoughts and show me. Pens tapped on the desk, students hummed, chairs scraped the floor, lightning flashed through the skies, and in half an hour, I had more hands in the air than we could entertain. Smiling, I selected one of the girls at the far end of the class. She stepped out, clutching her letter in a death grip, but met my eyes with a shy smile.

He looks up from the thick stack of papers he’s going through, “What? I’m almost done, I swear,” I finally look at him, he’s chewing at the end of his pen, a white one I gave him from the clinic. One night, he needed something to jot down our pad Thai order outside a shop, and I handed him one I had accidentally stolen from when I was filling out intake forms. He’s been carrying it for over a month now. When I imagine him grading papers and planning out his ideas with my plastic pen, my heart aches. These minuscule details somehow keep me hoping that he’ll stay with me forever.

Queshia said with determination. "Hey! Classmate! Mark! Psst!" Kei shouted in a whisper because they might be scolded by the librarian. In this school, all students actually call each other 'classmate' whether or not you are one. "Hey Kei, Wassup?" he replied not noticing the girl behind Kei, as he approached her, that's when he noticed Queshia. He was the classmate of Maverick and Kei that likes all the pretty girls he sees around the campus.

"All the other students will be jealous." He giggled, that pure sound that made me forget, just for a moment, where we were and what our circumstances were. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small pen I had found in my room. It was nothing special, really, just a simple writing instrument with a lot of sparkle in the cap. But Cam's eyes widened like I had handed him a treasure. "This is for you," I said, placing it in his palm. "It's a wishing pen." "A wishing pen?" His voice was hushed with wonder.

Seeing my boyfriend, Brock Finch, arguing with the bus driver, I felt a surge of excitement. The next second, Brock glared at me and yelled angrily, "Cassie, you're so selfish! Nina's not here yet! Why can't we wait two more minutes?" All the classmates looked at me with angry expressions. "That's right, Nina's our classmate. How can we leave her?" "We won't get on the bus until Nina arrives!" Their hostile gazes pained me. In my previous life, afraid that continuing to wait would cause everyone to miss the exam, I told the bus driver to take everyone to the exam venue first.

“Hehehe.. Thank you so much! You’re the best!!” “Everyone, use a pen and not a pencil. You are not allowed to change your answer. Or else it won’t be counted.” “‘Ey.. do you have an extra pen?” “What about you, do you have an extra pen?” “Ahh! How about if you use it then I use it, then I give it back to you, and then to me again?” The teacher massaged her forehead. “Here, I’ll lend you my pen. Give it back after the class.”

"Basta mag aaral ng mabuti ah, gusto ko palagi kang very good sa klase." "Yes ma'am!" Sumaludo pa ang bubwit bago kinuha ang mga gamit na gusto niyang kunin. Pero huminto ako sa pagsunod sa kanya ng makitang tiningnan niya ang isang mechanical pen pati na rin ang isang sketch pad bago ako nilapitan.