Classroom 1b Novels & Stories

Dennis suddenly stopped at a certain room. "This is my classroom." he enunciated. Bella's eyes instantly read the placard on the door. The room is section 3-B. "You're in 3-B? You belong to the second smartest class, huh?" she said, while feeling a bit impressed. There are still a lot of things that she don't know about Dennis. There were 14 desks and seats inside. The room was spacious enough and it looks clean and neat. Bella noticed that Dennis was already seated at the desk at the corner part of the classroom, just beside the window.

They were all rich here and I don’t want to pretend I am one of them. “I am in class 4-B. Just next to your classroom.” Jessica said when we stopped at the front of my classroom. “So, see you at lunch, then.” I nodded, smiled, and wave when she started walking towards the next room.

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.

Philipa stiffened. Draven, who was leaning casually against a desk, lifted his head sharply. A low growl rolled from his throat. Instantly, the laughter died. The teacher sighed lightly, clearly used to such scenes. “You must be confused about the classroom numbering,” he said calmly, looking at Philipa. “That happens often with new students. This is Class A—for advanced senior students.”He pointed toward the door.“Newbies attend Class D. You should head there.” Relief flooded her chest.“I—yes, sir,” she said quickly. “Thank you very much.”

"Then I'm really looking forward to it. Why did all the pretty girls go to Class A?" Britney said proudly, "That's because I'm the only one who's pretty in Class B." ****************

And where the hell on earth is this f**king room? Then I walked past a classroom, and it was named A-01. I went to the 2nd floor and looked at the classroom called B-09. Damn, how many classrooms are in this f**king building? F*ck, I really should stop cursing even in my head. And I walked straight into the corridor, and as usual, almost all of the students' eyes were on me. Damn, I know I'm new here, so don't freaking stare. Don't they know that it's rude?

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

What a great way to start a term. Toby leaned by the side of the door which had a plate card with the name SS3B written on it. Taking a small peek inside the class which was surprisingly full with students all dressed in the white and ash uniform. The fact that it was just the beginning of the term made it look surprising to see students all seated in clas.maybe, students got bored of the long vacation. Anyway, whatever might be the case it was still surprising. He glanced round the class from the corners of the door.

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the classroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the rows of desks arranged neatly in pairs. The classroom itself was a study in symmetry and order, with chalkboards spanning the length of the front wall and corkboards on the back wall displaying students' artwork and notices. Each desk bore the unmistakable signs of a student's presence – textbooks, notebooks, and the occasional doodle etched into the wooden surface. The room had a familiar, lived-in feel, a place where memories were created, lessons learned, and friendships forged.

"I'm here to practice, of course, you know that..." We both were walking the same way, which was weird because the second floor is where our classroom is and he's following me to the band room, which is on the first floor. Our school is a private little one. When you enter the school, you can immediately see the court and when you walk to the left, there is a stairs to the side that leads to the second floor while beside it is where parents usually wait for their children to finish their classes and meet them there. It is also called the waiting area. When we finish classes, that place is where we often put our bags at the benches because who would wear their heavy bags while they play, righ