Classmates Pen Novels & Stories

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.

Ethan entered the school premises and headed straight to class. He settled into his seat for Accounting; since he was the only one among his friends taking the course, he sat alone, trying to concentrate. However, he could feel stares coming at him from every angle of the room. It was suffocating. When his pen slipped off his desk and rolled away, he stretched to pick it up, but a female coursemate beat him to it. He looked at her, forcing a small, polite smile. "Thanks for helping me. Can I have my pen back?"

he added. I looked back at my classmates, who were also looking at me. After that, they quickly looked away and avoided my eyes as if they had never done this to Steven's paper. I am going to kill you guys later! Why is this my fault when I did my best to help them answer it too? They should be sorry for me! I looked at his paper and finally noticed the nice penmanship and clean composition. It has no erasure. Just a clear paper with good writing. "How can you have such nice handwriting when you are a boy?" I asked while sitting beside him.

Anna searched her bag for a while and couldn’t find a pencil. All pens and other school supplies, she put in the pen box. But unfortunately, Anna’s pen box was in another backpack. Going to school today, Anna still wears the bag that she brought with her yesterday when she went to work. “Yes, here it is!” Vivia was attentively taking notes on what the teacher was explaining, so she didn’t pay too much attention to what Anna was doing. After a while, Brandon sat next to Anna and glanced briefly at Anna. After borrowing the pen, she borrowed Vivia’s eraser, which made Brandon quite puzzled.

Everything about this school whispered legacy—polished, rehearsed, expensive. I tapped my pen against my notebook, more interested in the sound than whatever Ms. Penrose was droning on about at the front. Her cursive handwriting scrawled across the whiteboard, looping out a list of names. “Partner assignments,” she said, not bothering to turn around. “These are final.” I scanned the board. Found my name. And then his. Montgomery + Kingsley Of course. He sat three rows away from me, back straight, tie perfect, like he’d been cut out of a catalog for “brooding genius.” Hair neatly parted, dark lashes low over whatever book he was reading.

when she got excited. Penny's were half-dollar size, dark, and almost leather-like compared to Suzy's. They had pronounced tips that could almost always be seen through her tee-shirt if she went braless, but became stiff "pencil eraser" nubs when she was hot. If asked, Ryan would not be able to decide which he liked better. He would probably reply with the French line, "Vive la différence!" Each of the girls had a hand on Ryan's stomach, and their fingers were gently intertwined with each other. For the first time in several hours, no one was trying to get anyone else excited. They were all just enjoying a bit of comfortable serenity.

I swiftly pulled out my blue pen, leaned against the examiner's desk, and wrote down my name at the top of the answer sheet. "Done," I said, my lips curling in a smile, and he accepted my answer sheet and skimmed it. "Good. You can take your leave outside and do not wander off," he dismissed me, and I smiled and walked out of the class full of hundreds of students. I realized that some students who had been absent showed up, and they made the class crowded. Meanwhile, Veronica rose to her feet next, as if it were a writing challenge. She strutted over to meet the examiner, her face stoic as she handed him her answer sheet.

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