Classroom 6 X Novels & Stories

Chairs and desks were neatly arranged in an orderly manner, neatness was a superior entity within, two boards were drawn on the left and right side of the classroom, the left side ones depicting a difficult math solution that covered the entire board and the other a beautiful drawing which one couldn’t help but glance twice at. A map was drawn behind the board on the left-hand side and various outstanding projects hung around on the right-hand side. A table and a chair in front for teachers along with a clear whiteboard. Every single detail was accurately defined and Dina felt shivers down her spine as she felt herself returning once again to high school, it seemed that the trauma of the fir

She didn’t need to know I was friendless. “Where’s your next class?” Bryan interrupted. “E-242.” I didn’t need to look at my schedule. It was already etched into my brain. “Physics with Mr. West?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Me too. I can carry your books to fifth hour. What about sixth?” “W-111.” “You’re the luckiest, most unfortunate girl I know. That’s my sixth hour.” “You realize you contradicted yourself, right?” I asked, looking up at him.

“As I’m sure you read in the description, there are seventeen classrooms, five bathrooms…” I tried to block out her constant chatter as we stepped into the front-office suite. There wasn’t any furniture. The built-in desks and bookcases were in tatters. Exposed wires led to where computers, televisions, and other technology had once been. Within one of the bathrooms marked ‘boys,’ the realtor went on about the plumbing. According to her, it was in working order. However, before that could be verified, the city would need to turn on the water. Dante and I exchanged glances at the wall of urinals only inches above the ground. Down one hallway, Rennie opened classroom doors. They were all about

"I recall when that wasn't a clause. Just a guess shared among weary people working night shifts." Caelan arched an eyebrow. "How do you classify a guess?" She shrugged. "You wait until there are enough of them that they add up." Outside, the countryside stretched broad—and sounded different now. Not louder. Not softer. Just heard. --- 11:37 AM — Sector A, Education Bay 2 An indoor classroom under canvas—two sides open, low benches in staggered rings. A team of rotating youth facilitators led students through diagrams of soil membranes in layers.

The door clicked shut with a finality that sent a shiver racing down my spine. My heart hammered against my ribs as the six of them surrounded the desk, their tall, muscular bodies cutting off any escape. The classroom lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows that only made their chiseled features look more dangerous. Marcus stood directly in front of me, that massive bulge in his jeans now at eye level, straining obscenely. I could smell them—all of them—raw male musk mixed with something darker, hungrier.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

So that he knows that besides the beautiful rainbow, there's also me, who's worth waiting for. School, 09:00 AM The bell rang, indicating our first break. The square-shaped chairs, each about 30 centimeters wide, were made of stainless steel, along with the larger desks, just enough for me. You see, our school is an expensive one with limited class capacity. Each class can only accommodate 20 students with chairs and desks to match the number of students. All the lessons here are taught using projectors and upgraded methods. Many things here are modern and, of course, expensive. Fortunately, I received a scholarship. So, I could enjoy and make use of all the facilities at Zidduya.

Felicia inquired. “Yes this year.!” I answered wondering what's up all the questions. “That’s good. Do come with a copy of your certificate tomorrow please.” Felicia said and a mental note so that I will not forget about it. We walked in silence after that until we entered the nursery building and then to class two. The students' desks are round in shape with four chairs attached to each. The tables and chairs were in different colors that comprised both the boyish and girlish colors. The walls were painted sky blue with different educatives posted all around it.

On a small styled hook behind the chair. There was about thirty of the chairs, all well arranged on the black marble tiled floor. The classroom walls were painted in ash colour while the windows were trimmed with white paint. A huge white board stood proudly in front of all the rows of chairs. Two plants in white flower pots stood at each side of the screen. The teachers desk was some feets beside the board. There was a small golden hamster in it's wheel on a cupboard at the back of the class. Andrew looked around at the name tag kept on each desk top.

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.