Classroom 666 Novels & Stories

“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

He was smiling brightly, his gorgeous eyes focused on us. “History?” We knodded and all three of us walked to class together. Stuttgart was really hot. Actually, the correct term was gorgeous, with a big bone structure, broad shoulders, tall and thin but muscular, and with his dark complexion, it made quite a sight. I drew in my breath when I saw just how big the classroom was. It was huge formed like the old greek gladiator arena’s. In the middle of desks climbing up the wall, there was a desk that was surely the teachers, packed with stacks of paper. I sat in one of the desks in the top row, way at the back, Thentos next to me on my right, and Stuttgart on my left.

, I said as I closed my locker. The comprehensive chemistry textbook could wait. I needed to get the hell out of there. I pushed my way out of their human cage, heading for chemistry class. “ We're not done yet MI amor”, I heard Zack say. “ Watch out for us fag”, Christian said and yet again, they laughed again, so much like teenage girls that were getting fingered in the pussy. I took the next turn into the classroom area, a huge poster hung on the wall with the inscription ‘ Model High School. We Train Exceptional Model Human Beings’.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

But… maybe not completely heartless. Soon, she reached a large building with clear markings carved above each entrance: Class A Class B Class C Class D “Class A should be for newbies,” she muttered under her breath. Without thinking too much, she hurried inside. The moment she stepped in, the room went quiet. Sharp, assessing eyes snapped toward her. Her heart dropped. Standing inside were six students—all tall, broad, and powerful. Their auras pressed down heavily, making the air feel thick. Some were muscular giants, others lean but clearly dangerous.

Saturday class was a small group that morning. Some days the roster swelled to the point that we had to move to the library to fit everybody. When I had my druthers, though, I kept it in my own classroom. Easier and more comfortable for me to get stuff done in there without having to relocate, and frankly, the books I had on my shelf to keep bored students awake were better than what our librarian kept on stock. Calvin and Hobbes anthologies, Jack Handey's The Stench of Honolulu, or, for kids I trusted better, Gary Brodsky's The Art of Getting Even: The Do-It-Yourself Justice Manual. Some real gems in my collection.

The class that follows is fencing and cavalry for men and fencing and enchantments for women. The teacher introduced himself "I am Lewis, your teacher of this class, I have a study plan that divides the group into 2 they want it to themselves or I do it in general, you decide, (everyone voted to teach them equally), well form couples, no more people, only 2 understood, "they all took their partner and Luck raised his hand and the teacher signaled him to speak," we are 21 students, it's an odd number and I'm alone, "" don't worry, you just go the practice of others and learn, this class is a review of those who are from high school to qui, sorry son for today just dedicate yourself to observe

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.