Classroom 666 Novels & Stories

Roomie🤗💕:- pleasant afternoon to you too, pretty thing. I roll my eyes. Roomie🤗💕:- what’s wrong? Me:- what’s wrong is that I kind of got distracted in “you know who’s” class and I got called out and then he said to see him after class. Me:- I am freaking out! Roomie:- student teacher sex in the professor’s office 😭🔥 I gasp. Me:- Evan! This is serious. Roomie🤗💕:- sorry sorry but I mean what else could it be.

It was House Six. And House Six? They didn’t say a damn thing. No smirks. No humblebrags. No blurry party footage conveniently “accidentally” posted. Just their usual detached, above-it-all silence. And somehow, that made it worse. Or better. Depends who you asked. The House Six classroom didn’t even try to pretend it belonged on the same campus as the others. It wasn’t a classroom—it was a statement. The floors were dark wood, polished until they reflected the overhead lights like mirrors. The walls were lined with bookshelves no one ever touched.

"You were the only one who saw me. If you walk away now... what do I have left? I lost it earlier—I didn't mean any of that. You'll forgive me... won't you?" The more Sharon begged, the more unsettled Chuck got. Even Sebastian and Caroline started to sweat. Was this really the same "helpless" girl she always played? Silence settled over the room. Chuck answered with his back. Caroline forced out a half-hearted attempt at comfort, but it barely landed. Days later, things exploded online. The doctor who gave Yasmine the meds got canned. Benetton and Adelson Corp? Nationwide boycotts. Crowds swarmed Adelson HQ, calling out Sebastian for abusing his adopted daughter.

Doesn't that sound cooler. Melany: Haha. You're too cute my Queen. Drake: You're all missing the point. Neo: Sir. Toilet. Drake: That escape option is long gone. - They were all arguing non stop and the class was in total confusion. Is this what happens everyday in this class? Are we even going to learn anything? I was watching them as they were fighting with words when suddenly the door slam opened. - ''This class is as noisy as ever. Can't you give it a break once in a while.''

Kelly asked her friends to go and wait at the entrance hall where everyone in their group had agreed to meet up and she went inside the class to talk with the teacher. The whole school was very very huge and was made in the shape of a hexagon and each block which consisted of the blocks for different year students were also made in the shape of hexagons and every block had 3 floors. The entrance of the school is also a hexagonal block with some benches on the side, people didn't sit there often. Everyone can move to different classes either through elevators in separate blocks or through stairs. People will often get confused when moving in for their classes if they didn't read the indicator

I emitted a sigh, finally feeling some sort of relief as those two bitches were finally away from my poor ears. As the class ended, I stood up and walked out of the room. It was history class now—going to be very boring, of course. So, to attend that very boring class, I walked to room number 567 where the class would be held. I felt random boys' gazes on my ass as I walked, but I didn't pay attention to that—boys will be boys. Even if I dared to shoot them a glare, they'd still fucking look, so there was no point.

I asked. " Fifteen! " She simply answered in a boring way. " How about the library? " I asked again. " Fifteen libraries. " She said. " How about the computer room? " I asked again. " Fifteen too, 'cause we have 6,000 students and that's the maximum. We have 20 students in 1 classroom." She explained. Hmmm. Few students huh? (Author's Note: Don't forget to leave your thoughts before continuing to the next chapter. What do you think will happen next? What's on your mind? Tell us in the comment section below.)

I buckle him into his car seat and we make our way to the school. I park and then we walk inside and Theo leads me to his classroom. When we get there, Theo runs inside the room and immediately goes to the colouring books. The teacher, a tall lady with dark hair and glasses who I would guess is in her thirties walks up to me and smiles warmly. “Hi, I’m Mia. I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name on the phone yesterday.” “Hi, yeah, sorry. My name is Six.” “Oh, I see. That makes so much sense now.” What does that mean? I give her a look of confusion and she says, “Come in, have a seat.” We walk over to her desk and I sit in a chair opposite her.

to break out that day because Kaz had informed me of a beef between the 666 and the other gang earlier in the morning that day, he had tried to keep me from going to school that day, but I had refused to stay back home because I did not want to miss Mr. Gaddam's class. The man was feared and disliked by most of the students in school back then, but I was one of the few ones who loved his seriousness and I loved the fact that he knew his shit, he taught us sciences and I would wish for his class to never end. Mr. Gadaffi was the first to discover what had happened, he ran into the class where the shouting emerged from and he immediately ran back, shouting and warning us to run, I can't forge