Classroom 1b Novels & Stories

The school was a tidy, modern building with pastel colors and a manicured lawn. Thomas parked along the sidewalk and turned slightly in his seat. "You're walking her in," He said, more like a command than a suggestion. "Building A. First floor. Class 1B." "Got it." I replied, stepping out and helping Angelina down. I held Angelina’s hand as we crossed to the entrance of the building and a woman behind the reception desk smiled before giving me a visitor badge and pointing us toward the kindergarten wing. Angel held my hand all the way to her class.

she replied and closed her locker. "Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked as she flipped her phone close and out it in her backpack before closing the zip and balancing her backpack on her back. "Yeah, the building is new, so I am lost as to which floor I can find class BSC 7." Rose said and Alice raised her eyebrows. "It's on the first floor," she said smoothing the front of her shirt. "Thanks, this timetable was giving me a hard time." "You are welcome. Every floor has six classes each that's how you can tell," she explained. "I am going there actually."

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

He unlocks the classroom and enters, me trailing close behind. Henry and Daniel step in too. I definitely don't want to be close to Henry, so I nearly run into Aiden's back. His now familiar classroom comes into view. For the first time, I have a quick glance. I've never been in a male classroom before, and the sight intrigues me. It all looks very professional. Shelves filled with law books. Marble statues of Lady Justice. Quotes about order and balance line the walls in silver lettering. The floor is carpeted black, unlike the sleek marble in the rest of the school.

Will’s P.O.V. I enter the classroom, a room we’ve frequented once or twice a month for the last six years. Even after all this time, I’m still considering building a replica of this space in our home. It’s special to us. It’s a living memory of our initial days, the place where I first taught her the beauty of obedience. I find her exactly where she belongs. My Professor is standing at the chalkboard and writing, ‘Routine Discipline’ on the board.

“ Now it won't just be you guys against the seniors. But teamwork instead. Now, the board of directors has changed the settings. All classes either in 1.2.3 and 4 will be in one group. And that group will be called team alpha. This goes on to all the A, B,and C. So since you guys are B class. You guys are called team Beta. So from tomorrow all B classes will join in the Hall besides the cafeteria. That's where our training begins.” The class were amazed. Usually it was always between class 1 with the higher class. But now everything has changed Sarah kept her head low, something crossed her mind. The record she received from the headmaster stated that Adrian was in class 4B. That means one t

We walked into the classroom, us being the latest ones to arrive and took the only seats available which were in the front of the class. “Welcome SECOND years!!” Mr Jackson announced with his arms up high. “I'm so proud of you guys, you did it!” He added. The whole classroom smiled at that, feeling excited for the new year. “I need some help carrying some stuff from the teacher's room. Kenna, Beatrice, please?” Mr Jackson asked and opened the door for us. The teachers' room was on the top floor in the other building, the school consisting of one main building and two smaller ones next to it.

As they approached one of the boards, they noticed a group of students gathered around it. After waiting patiently for their turn, Taylor scanned the list for her name, only to find that their class, Class 5, had been divided into four separate classes: A, B, C, and D. This was an effort to reduce the number of students in each class, making it easier for teachers to manage and for students to learn effectively. As Taylor searched the Class A list for her name, she couldn't find it, which left her feeling a bit disappointed. However, her spirits were lifted when she eventually found her name on the Class B list.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Beth looks like she’s going to burst into tears as we walk into the mess. Since our classes are on the Level 1 island, including the mess, I’m relieved that we don’t have to take the ferry to get to the mess. The infrastructure of this place is starting to look more and more like some private school with a large building in the center of the island with huge domes. It’s filled with classrooms and offices for the teachers, the structure a little old fashioned. It looks like something out of some British magazine for Victorian era mansions. The corridors are open-aired, and there are benches sprawled in the courtyard, a seemingly nice place to hang out. There is also