Classroom 6 X Novels & Stories

I kind of like that it's not as grandiose. The halls aren't terribly crowded, but they're far from empty. And interestingly, a lot of the people carrying backpacks appear to be older than me. I follow one of them into a classroom on the right. The room is huge, way bigger than I thought could be in a building this size. There are at least twenty rows, each one a step higher than the last so they look stacked. The long white tables stretch from one end of the room to the next on each row so the only way in or out of your row is down the side.

They definitely had their uses. My small triumph was wiped from my mind as I walked into the huge, amphitheatre style classroom. The thing could seat two hundred and fifty if it could hold a dozen, and it was at least half full. My graduating class had thirty-six kids. There were at least three times that many in this single room.

The notebook after. He walked the classrooms. There were six of them — the primary school in its six year-groups, one classroom per year, the classrooms arranged along the main corridor with the windows on the south side and the corridor wall on the north. He walked each room slowly, standing in the corners and at the windows and at the front of the room and at the back. He thought about what the rooms knew.

Her eyes twinkled excitedly as she looked at June with an eager expression. "Erm..." June trailed off, suddenly remembering what the teacher who he was substituting for had warned him about. Finn handed June a dark blue file, "Make around thirty copy of this for the class and tell them to go through it for the weekly test." June nodded his head. "Class B is horrendous and the students talk back a lot so, please be patient," Finn said shooting an apologetic look at June, "The students are also taller and bulkier than you."

The classroom was set up with six small round tables around the room, and the teachers desk at the front of the room. Kitchens were lined in the back, sort of in a square, and the fridges were in the middle, against the wall at the very back too."So, tell me again why you took cooking?" I asked Joel and he glared at the ceiling, his back leaning against his chair. "I thought that it meant I could eat endlessly." he sighed and put his fist to his cheek, leaning on his desk. Rebekah, Renee and I all laughed at him. He grumbled under his breath but Rebekah stopped it by meeting his lips with hers. I smiled at how cute they were, and just then the teacher walked in. She had auburn hair, her skin

The training ground was two hundred and eighty yards long and two-thirty in width, enclosed by an egg-shaped roof a hundred feet high. A maximum of three classes could practice at a time, depending on the level of activity. When Luca gave them the order to demonstrate what they learnt the previous week with a short duel, both students hesitated. David had no interest in fighting anyone, and Arlen knew it. "Just follow my lead, attack, and I'll try to block you," Arlen whispered.

Her history class was one of the largest she had. There were around thirty-five students in it, all of whom had moved the desks into groups to sit with their friends. Arder sat in one at the back of the classroom with Lexie, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The room was on the third floor, with an entire wall made up of six individual windows. Staring out through the glass, Arder watched the trees and bushes shift back and forth in the wind. "Are you sure Cyrus never mentioned that he had a son?" Lexie asked. She sat in the desk next to Arder, her head laying in her arms.

Then I would go to the auditorium for orientation. There are already a lot of creatures in the small auditorium. The class size was about 100 creatures, and at least half of them are already here by the time I sit in a seat close to the middle of the room. By the time another ten minutes have gone by the room is full. There is a long table on the platform in the front, and it looks like instructors are ready to get started as well. I feel my phone buzz, thank goddess I already set it to silent. I hope that Mak won’t text me all day, I really need to pay attention to make sure I don’t make a fool of myself. Axel Grist: Hey, ready for today? I think I see where you are sitting. Want to grab lu

He smiled warmly and gestured for me to follow him to a pair of empty seats toward the back. I slipped into the chair next to him, placing my bag on the floor, still hyperaware of my surroundings. The classroom wasn’t particularly large—rows of dark wooden desks and chairs arranged in neat lines, all facing a blackboard that had seen better days. The windows were high up, and the grey sky outside didn’t offer much light. The fluorescent bulbs overhead flickered slightly, casting everything in a pale, sickly glow.

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.