Classmates Pen Novels & Stories

totally ignored me.” Behind me, some one tapped lightly on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a boy with light makeup and eyeliner looking at me. “Hi, I’m Val. I’m also new here. Welcome to the world of the unknown.” He raised his eyebrows theatrically and sniggered. I almost laughed at him hysterically, but I clapped my hand on my mouth. “Hi, Val. I’m Nia and this is Charm.” So, now there were three of us. At least, I think we can survive this, I thought to myself. The teacher came in and the class officially started. I can breathe in easily. I made two friends. I smiled to myself, ‘Not bad.’ The class was becoming lively with conversations about summer, new places, fashion, that new

For memories you know, and maybe we'll find out something new from each other when we answer that. I filled-up all the information's needed to fill up. So did my twin Xiera. I went to the garden where we always meet. Our classes were different so we just meet here after the class, like when it's lunch time. But Precious is my classmate. And Deity and Arriane were classmates too. “Arriane! Precious! Deity!” I call them. They looked at me first before before walking towards me. “I bought an autograph notebook.! Answer it! So that we have many more memories together” I told them.

If there is such a thing as boys being nice, I take my pen and paper and begin writing my semi-best letter in hopes it's readable. Dear max, I am glad I got you as a pen pal. Hopefully, you'll be a good friend one day, and I can learn a little bit about New York and the things you like to do there or your favourite hobbies and foods. My teacher assigned us to our pen pal, and I have never had a pen pal before, so it will be nice to have someone to write a letter to each month, luckily for you, I am your pen pal, so here is a little bit about me.

"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.

She wrote on the scorecard and deducted ten credit points as she spoke. Following that, two girls swaggered into Nicole's dormitory. They randomly picked up a few girls' belongings, threw them aside, opened the wardrobe, and pulled the drawers to look for prohibited items. At last, they found a commemorative pen at June's desk. The fat girl was overjoyed. "This is a prohibited item! I'll deduct another twenty points!" June stepped forward and explained, "It is just a pen, which is allowed in the dormitory. It is not a prohibited item!"

It's normal to be nervous on the first day of college, right? While I’m pulling my notebook out of my backpack, a girl flops into the seat next to me. She has short brown bob-styled hair and a pair of gray eyes, with cute freckles on her nose and cheeks. My first new classmate. She huffs before taking out her books, but when she opens her pencil case, she looks surprised—she can’t find anything to take notes with. "Here," I smile, lending her one of my pens. She looks up at me with an expression of pure astonishment. "Thanks!" she grins.

I breathed deeply as my lips started to quiver. "Make it a table like list, with four columns and five rows." I silently looked at him and our eyes instantly met. I looked back to the chalkboard and focused my attention to writing the names of my classmates. Four columns and five rows... I did what he instructed me to do, but in the middle of writing, I quietly stopped and looked at the class. The truth was I only knew a handful of names of my classmates. I did not know the whole class, just half of them. And those I knew were once became my group mates or pair during an activity. So how am I going to write all of their names?

The professor glared at them, his arms closed and head shaking slowly. As soon as the professor addressed the entire class, Cynthia glanced at Dylan and saw him chewing his pen. The course was uneventful after their little scene. As soon as class was over, she texted Selena, asking her if her class was over too. She received a reply saying, 'An hour longer than yours." "Yo, Dylan!" called one of their classmates. "Care to introduce me to your new friend?" Cynthia turned to him, smiling. That classmate of theirs, tall and cute, flashed a debonair smile at her. Dylan turned to him with a knowing smile on his lips.

All my classmates laughed and teased us again. "Guys, stop teasing me and Amber. If she walks away from me, I will blame all of you. And I will never let you copy again from my notes," Migz jokingly threatened our classmates while smiling. "Hey, don't do it, Migz. I'm hoping to pass just by copying from you and then you'll stop? Have mercy on people like me who like to copy," our classmate Henry, who is the number one person who likes to copy from him immediately complained. And Migz was the person he often copies because he is the smartest in our classroom and the entire grade twelve department. We all laughed when we heard what Henry said.