Classmates Pen Novels & Stories

Majority of us were with extra pens, but it had been imbibed in us to take two pens into the examination hall so nobody was ready to leave one to anybody. "How can you be coming for me WAEC exam and forget your pen for crying out loud?" Queen rubbed it in. "I didn't ask you for explanations. You either help or don't talk at all!" Boiling ring Snapped. "Ehnehn! And I wanted to give you one of my pens since I'm with five but don't worry, keep blabbing on. You'll write with your whole body today. There's absolutely no difference between your short self and pens anyway" Queen teased.

Eion stood up and left the gym, with the girl dramatically laying in her hands. But on the way out, I can't miss that girl's smirk. **** It's been days. And I've been irking. My hands have been missing to punch it to someone. "Can I borrow your pen?" There goes that girl again, still clinging to Eion ever since that incident from our pe class. "But you're always borrowing from me. I'll run out of pen." Eion interjected. Strangely, I feel proud. That's right Eion, show her! Show her what I taught!

King walks me to my class after I get the calculator and we manage to stop flirting by his locker long enough to move, then we start again. When we get to the entrance of the class though, we stop at the sight of Penelope standing at the door of the class, and it’s not seeing her that stops us, no. Penelope is also in a white tennis skirt and sneakers, and she has a black form-fitting top on. Her hair, however, is curled and in high pigtails secured with black bow ribbons. Her makeup is flawless as usual, and her lips are painted in bright red, the same shade of red that’s splayed on my locker in ‘slut’.

I looked through my bag and got one for her. I normally put more pens in my bag so that I could always get one to write, I felt the vibration of my astral mirror. I checked and the words were “attack” I didn’t understand but all of a sudden I saw that one of our classmates had secretly taken the pen I gave to Nora.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

[The following are careless assignments, and I hope parents of these students can help ensure their children take the task seriously! [To avoid affecting other parents' perceptions, I won't post the full list here.] As an example, she quickly added a few images. Then, she tagged the parents of the so-called careless students. To my shock, Holly and I were both named in the list of students being criticized by Ursula! Among the many responses acknowledging receipt, I noticed the outstanding works were either drawn by parents or heavily assisted by them. In contrast, the works marked as "careless" were all done solely by the kids.

Fun always matters to them without thinking if they are doing well on their studies. I shrugged as I continued writing in my notes when I saw a classmate walking towards my direction. "Hi Telly!" I lifted my gaze to Clara when she approach me. I smiled to her hesitantly and waited for her to talk again. "I just want to ask a favor." She smiled. I nodded to her as I waited her to continue. "I just want to ask if you can lend me some answers in our assignments?" She ask that made my brows furrowed. "I have notes about the topic, you can borrow it from me." I answered without showing any expressions to her.

She said and her overly excited friend looked down at her hands her eyes widening as she realized that Thea was still carrying her laptop and books. Pen, or Penelope Grace, was Thea’s friend since their first days in college. Pen’s passion had always been chemistry. Which matched her hair and her fiery temper. Whenever she was in the lab, she looked like those classical mad scientists who were always dealing with chemical explosions with how her hair was always strewn everywhere. “Here let me help you with that,” Pen said as she helped her carry a bunch of books into her office. “So what made you run to me in such a hurry?” Thea asked.

Paul said. “Dude you are thinking him good but at times you will know that he is not good” Zach said. “Whatever I don’t want to know him I am not interested.” Paul said. After Class Class to Class 15 minutes break is their rule. Zach brings Paul out during the break. “Damn chemistry is so tough and also I don’t have enough notes what should I do, can I borrow your notes?” Hope said her new friend. “sorry dude I don’t have 10% also” She said.

There's a white board and a teacher's seat and table in the front. Everyone have their own way to make themselves comfortable. Some are talking with their friends, looking at the mirror and putting some make ups, listening to their headphones while some are reading books. I found Kyle and his friends inside the classroom room too. Kyle was listening to music in his headphone, his eyes was closed while Marco and Terence are playing on their cellphones. They are sitting in the chairs at the last row of the left column. "Why didn't you told me that they are our classmates?" I asked Jackson.