Classroom 666 Novels & Stories

This is officially the worst thing I’ve ever heard. Hannah nudges me, snapping my attention back just as Mr. Adkins stops in front of me. "Interesting ceiling, Norali?" he asks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. My classmates snicker, and I scowl in response. "Just praying I could be somewhere else, that's all," I reply with a sigh. Hannah elbows me, clearly warning me to watch it, but Mr. Adkins only narrows his eyes at me as he unlocks the classroom door. "Didn’t know you were religious," he says, mocking me.

Victoria The grand oak-paneled classroom of Madam Hannah's Luna Academy gleamed with early afternoon sunlight. The seven of us sat in a perfect semicircle facing our formidable instructor, whose ramrod-straight posture hadn't wavered once in the past hour. I'd positioned myself strategically away from Lilith's trio, who kept exchanging whispers and pointed glances in my direction.

something. "Is that..." I squinted as Derek parked a safe distance away, "are they using my whiteboard from the classroom?" First's form rippled with what might have been embarrassment. "New arrivals very... resourceful." The 'cosmic evolution acceleration device' looked like something out of a mad scientist's garage sale. My classroom whiteboard formed the base, covered in quantum equations that definitely hadn't been part of the approved curriculum. Around it, various void beings were weaving streams of possibility into patterns that made my temporarily human brain hurt to look at.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 13 - 2027 ║ ║ Wednesday║ Class Day ║ "Finally that fucking class ended. I can get into the warmth of my bed now..." Cursing like it's something to calm me off, I sauntered as the eerie glow of the fluorescent lights cast shadows across the empty hallway. I stepped out of the classroom, my mind swirling with ciphers and codes, riddles and puzzles. A feeling of unease crept over me as I walked through the deserted corridors, the silence broken only by my footsteps echoing off the walls.

That's why so many people admire the six S-ranks of the Ilias, in addition to the teachers and the headmaster. "And now, it's the turn for 3rd years!" Shouted the teacher holding the mic. Her voice was very lively and was high-pitched. Well, she is excited since The Formidable Six was in Year 3. The classes were called one after another. They started on E-ranks up until B-ranks. "Wish me luck okay?" Blair said with her right hand holding her left chest which was now throbbing hard. "You’ll succeed. I know it," Celestin said. Then Blair, who was just next to her, suddenly disappeared from her seat and appeared in the middle of the arena.

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.

My dad might have loved the colour but nope, this must change. I finally get to the conference room where I find the senior staff waiting for me. My uncle stands up the minute I enter the room. The other workers stand up immediately my uncle stands. The conference room has four walls, each covered with different colored Cologne pictures of CLARKE. The room has eight black seats surrounding an oval glassy table filled with pens, notebooks and all types of smart phones on top. One particular large gray swivel seat is waiting for me just opposite the large screen which is used for presentations.

Maybe that’s all he knows. The instructor enters through a door near the front of the classroom. It’s a large room, more like a theater really, with a podium and microphone and many rows of seats grading upward. He is a tall, lean man with a chaos of ink black hair and ice blue eyes. His voice is deep and booming; he hardly needs the microphone. His class is called The Secret Life of Trauma, and it is packed, most of the seats taken. He teaches his students about things with which I am intimately familiar: the defenses created by the personality to survive the unthinkable. I’m my own best case study.

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.

What have I done to deserve such intense hatred from her? When I enter the classroom, my eyes immediately notice a single desk and chair, isolated from the rest of the class. Without hesitation, I make my way towards it, knowing instinctively that it is my designated spot. With a heavy sigh, I reach into my bag and retrieve my book and notebook, preparing myself for the upcoming class. Meanwhile, the other students begin to enter the room, eagerly finding their seats next to their friends, their laughter filling the air. However, amidst their joyous chatter, a hushed whisper reaches my ears, causing a pang of unease. “Oh no, Sable, the plague, is in our class. Let's hope nothing bad happens