Classroom 1b Novels & Stories

But something about this class B sounds out of place to me. We get the keys for the classroom and are instructed to go straight down the corridor and then to the left, where there will be another corridor and a classroom door just at the end. "Yay! Can you believe this?" Laila jumps in the empty corridor. "They gave me the job!!!"

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

“The way you described Shin earlier, it’s like he’s not your boyfriend.” I looked at Isabelle after she said that, and for a few moments she also looked at me. The way she looks at me is like she is waiting for what I will say next. “Let’s listen to what Brena has to say.” I suddenly said then looked at Brena again. Whooo! I feel like the way Isabelle looks at me she had a hint to what Shin I really situation because to what how I describe Shin. Brena announced that we don’t have a class for first to second subjects because our teachers have a meeting but we should be here in the classroom and we can’t leave the classroom if we don’t have anything important to do outside.

Kayla tightened her grip on my hand, but she did not hide. “Yes,” she said, her voice small but steady. Ms. Laurent nodded. “Today is just for looking. You don’t have to stay. You don’t have to talk. You just get to see if this place feels kind to you.” Kayla considered that carefully. “Okay,” she said. Miguel caught my eye and gave a subtle nod. The classroom was light-filled. Wide windows. Natural wood tables. Soft rugs that absorb sound instead of amplifying it. There were fewer children than I had expected, six, maybe seven, all engaged in different activities. No one was forced into a single rhythm.

In the corridor where I joined the other kids, there was a tall chap who seemed to be welcoming new pupils like myself, calling out their names and assigning then to their new classes. And if I had to make a wish right now, I would definitely not wish to be in the same class with Rhianna, an absolute jezebel. She isn't just troublesome, but too much to handle. Geez.... "Daisy S. Class A!" "Louis K. Class B!" "Mia T. Class C!" Freddie Stone. Class B!" "Winona E. Class A!" "Rhianna Brown. Class B!" "Summer V. Class C!"

The school seemed deserted, and she briefly wondered if she had misread the date. She glanced at the first classroom door and saw numbers: 100, then 101, and 102. As she peeked into the rooms, she was pleased to see some teachers sitting at their desks, evidently waiting for parents to arrive. It seemed that with each room, the teacher appeared older than the last. Stephanie chuckled to herself, wondering if the room numbers corresponded to the teachers' ages. When she reached the doorway of Room 110, she noticed a young woman seated at the desk.

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Jihoon grimaced at the long rip in the calf of his beige pants. He’d had a growth spurt the past year, making him the tallest in his class. It also made him unintentionally clumsy. The school was a U-shaped building with long narrow hallways, lined on one side by classrooms and on the other by wide windows facing the inner courtyard and sports fields. The building was old, and there was no central heat to warm the halls in the brisk fall chill. They snuck into the back of the classroom with ten minutes left in homeroom. The teacher, Miss Kwon, was still addressing the class.

Currently most of the students were at the sport arena with the classrooms deserted. Ara didn’t like the distractions from passersby and the buzzing coming from the students around him so he grabbed his gears and headed for the deserted classrooms complex. Sterling International Secondary School was built on five acres of land. It consisted of about four large classrooms complex and each complex had about fifty classrooms with a maximum of thirty students per class. Two of the complex was occupied by the Junior Secondary Section while the other two were occupied by the Senior Secondary Section. There was also an administrative and staff complex.