Classroom 666 소설 & 이야기

~sir I sit two desks away from dimitri I'm so mad at him , he just forced the icky tasting jell in my mouth and made the other girl hold me down. "Today's class is about when to step back and give your sub a space" ~sir The idiot comment started as usual , i actually enjoy his class it's funny. "When they're sick" "If they smell bad" "When you want to play videogames in peace"

I was a little nervous. "Well, we can figure that out later." Alara interrupts the silence and I throw her a grateful look. "Time for class." I mutter, as Emma wraps her arm in mine. Room 312. That's where we'll have our class. One would think it consists of chairs and tables and a board or a projector. However, it is a vast empty room with chairs tucked into a corner. That is it. "Good morning everyone. Take your seats so we can proceed with your second class." A woman announces, her body posture as rigid as a stick.

Chapter 5: Colter Academy Zaina Amara’s POV The weekend is over, meaning I need to go to school to start my first day at Colter Academy. The class just started three weeks ago, so I think I missed a lot of topics and subjects, but whatever. When I parked my car in the school parking lot, I got out immediately. Almost all of them looked at me as usual, but I ignored them all. I was holding my things; I needed them to put inside my locker. The number of my locker was 666, the evil number huh?

People here are assholes. “Will the faculty do nothing?”I asked Larissa the woman earlier. He shook his head. “You’ll find out maybe later too.”I could have done nothing but nod. This school is really something. It’s strict but sometimes I don’t understand. We arrived at a classroom full of butterflies. But they also left as soon as they saw us. They are really beautiful. There are also vines here inside and only a few chairs and tables. The room is big, so why are there only a few chairs?

Then why are you in school? One thing was on my mind,I had to find one way or another to prove to Michelle that I'm not happy without her,I needed her,tired of playing games but she doesn't see that,she can't let go of just one mistake,I was still thinking when somebody pulled me into a classroom. Oh, Lord,let it not be all these girls. "Baaaaby." I looked at the dark classroom,all the windows were locked obviously, Cassandra also closed the door,if you were outside,you won't know that human beings were in that classroom.

"Come to think of it, Angel! Your parents gave you the name that suits you the most." "I guess." She muttered as they slipped inside their classroom. They chatted for a while before the teacher walked into the class; beside her was a guy who was over 6 feet tall with brown eyes and hair. His six-pack was visible under his shirt. He was incredibly hot. "My overies." Chloe whispered, and Angel shook her head. "Good morning, class." The teacher, Ms. Brown, greeted the class. "Good morning, Ms. Brown." The students responded, their voices in chorus.

All he cared about was himself, getting what he wants. "But how could we determine if one of our classmates is a wolf, Mr Big Boss?" Out of curiosity, one of our classmates asked. Before Big Boss could answer that, my bothered wolf preceded him with my response, "are we just gonna talk about that... Mr Big Boss? You already wasted fifteen minutes from our one-hour class talking nonsense. You were supposed to be our professor, and yet you are brainwashing all our minds to believe in your ridiculous claims."

Sydney “Fighting on school grounds is wildly prohibited.” Maeve’s voice echoed in my head. “I mean, I’ve walked in on two seniors having sex in the greenhouse. But fighting? It’s better you drown your opponent. Fast, painless…” I shuddered the second we walked into class and dropped onto my chair. The teacher walked in moments later, looking furious that we’d skipped the first period to watch what he called “an atrocity in the hallway.”

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.

At school, Robert sat in a seat that was excessively little for his six-foot outline, figuring there ought to be a regulation against having a youthful hot educator. His khaki pants' crotch was getting too tight. In preparation for class, his history teacher, Mrs. Balmain Hannah, was writing on the board. Along with the squeaking marker, her incredible butt was wriggling in time. He got lost in his daily fantasies and began stripping his teacher. While his classmates watched,