Classroom Memes Novels & Stories

A crowd of students had formed, recording from every angle, their laughter and jeers audible in the background. “Wow,” Gal whispered, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. Milo looked at her and smirked. “I’ve always known that Sia girl would get herself into trouble.” Gal tried not to laugh, but a small snort escaped. “This is so messy.” As they walked toward school, more messages popped up. Meme versions of the video were already circulating. Someone had even added subtitles and sound effects. Gal shook her head. “We’re not even in the first period and already there’s chaos.”

Tara walked beside her down the hallway, clutching two coffees and grinning like a gossip columnist. “They’re calling you The Muse of Cross. That’s either a curse or a compliment. Haven’t decided yet.” Lena groaned. “I want to disappear.” “Too late. You’re trending on the student board.” Tara showed her phone. Sure enough, someone had made a meme of Damien staring at a blank canvas with the caption: Thinking about Lena (probably). Lena buried her face in her hands. “I hate everything.” Tara sipped her coffee. “Honestly? It’s kind of iconic.”

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.

I lied. Two can’t play the bully. I don’t want to be the bully, I just want to be the ignored student. There’s no evidence of yesterday’s mishap on the clean floors of BH. I use my hand to shield my eyes from the sunlight seeping in through the long window opposite the stairwell. My phone vibrates in my pocket, I ignore it and push away from the window with a sigh. I have graced the front page of the blog long enough to know this is a notification from my class group chat. They can make as many memes of me as they want, I don’t give two shits. On second thoughts, I pull out the Samsung phone and erupt in giggles at the text boldly written on my screen with the multiple exclamation marks for

"The Event of the Year! Sky-Bound Action Scene!" I looked like a puppet on strings in the video, with my limbs stretched out and suspended in midair. I was grimacing terribly as the shot zoomed in on my face. I scrolled down and noticed a sea of mocking laughter below the video. "Dominic's expression is so meme-worthy!" "Lisa is so impressive for putting in so much effort just to make the school heartthrob happy!" "Dominic actually pissed himself! Does anyone want a close-up shot of that?" "I'll pay good money for it as long as you send it to me!"

, 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’.

Oh well, people did say I have an imagination bigger than what’s considered healthy. Five minutes into trying to make sense out of the drawings on the map, I finally found room 830. I was getting agitated. Why can’t this school make up something more creative? Why not use names of food rather than numbers to label out the classrooms? Section ‘Sweets’ has rooms ‘candies’, ‘lollipops’ and ‘chocolates’. Wouldn’t that be much easier to remember? Okay, I may sound really whiny right now but, Jeez people, the numbers are driving me to the edge of sanity.

Chapter 217 ~Taraji~ The classroom was a mess of glitter, glue sticks, and laughter. This was my happy place. Being a teacher meant that for eight hours a day, I didn’t have to think about the anything, my own drama with my parents. I just had to worry about whether Leo was going to eat his blue crayon or if Sarah was ever going to finish her drawing of a giraffe. "Okay, class! Listen up!" I clapped my hands in a rhythm, and twenty little heads looked up. "If your giraffe has five legs, it might be a monster. Let’s stick to four, please!"

I’m confused over this part and know this is what they were all referring to that day at the shop. Meme is in a fit of laughter, “because as Lala is having her meltdown, Gabe gets up and literally bows in front of the class at her and was like, let’s go my queen, to which Lala is like, lead the way my prince. As they walk out, Gabe is like the king awaits us, and it freaked the teacher out, so he called them back into class. Gabe turned back around to the teacher and was like, no”! “Meme may be exaggerating the theatrics of it a little”, Amory says while still laughing. “But man was Spin fucking mad”!

I said to him and gave him my middle finger. “If you continue at this rate, you will die of hunger.” Josh made jest of me “What are you trying to say.?” I asked him. “Well, you missed lunch yesterday and today and I have a feeling that you will be missing lunch tomorrow and the next too.” Josh said as he and Allen burst into laughter. “Em. Mr Gray, Mr Hudson and Mr James, would you like to share with the class what is making you all laugh?.” The teacher asked. I have completely forgotten that a teacher is in the class.