Classroom X Novels & Stories

The classroom was small and windowless, tucked away in the back of Jerome's Academy for Boys. I stood at the front of the room, looking at the ten students seated at their desks. They were young men, full of energy and confusion. My job as the Sex Ed instructor was to clear that confusion. "Today," I said, my voice echoing in the quiet room. "We are moving away from the textbooks. We are going to discuss the male physiological response." I paused, my eyes scanning the room. "Today, like every other day, is practical. Leo, please step forward."

The speech class schedule is available, every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, the three of us go to a special private classroom for typical students and lecturers, what a luxurious classroom. , the most luxurious. The first time I walked in, I was stunned by the furniture and the layout of the room, forced my mouth to let go: "so beautiful", and reached out to touch things. That is what makes the great lady Thien Kim scold me: "Country, don't sit near me", I don't know why she always has that attitude toward me or everyone. everyone is like that, but... touching anyone but touching this An Thu is not easy.

Zade couldn’t stop staring at Xander. The words replayed in his head like a dropped glass hitting the floor again and again. I know a way. But you’re not going to like it. “Explain,” Zade whispered, even though part of him wasn’t sure he actually wanted to hear the explanation. Xander didn’t speak at first. He watched the window of the empty classroom, tracking the shadows of the students who passed in the hallway beyond it. Their voices echoed faintly, too excited, too eager. Already hunting. Already speculating who among them could be the anomaly.

"I'm talking to you, Xavier! You answer me when I'm speaking to you. I am your teacher, and you have to answer that question I asked you, else you'll be sent out of my class." Xavier just stood up out of the blue and looked directly into the teacher's face. "Do I look as if I care? Do I care even if you send me out of your class? I am not even interested in being in this class. I only registered in school because of Oki, and now I am going to quit that same Oki. The same Oki which had brought me to school and made me listen to all these boring lectures. You made me sit down in class for more than an hour listening to your boring lecture, and I'm going to quit that same Oki! And nobody is goi

We sign the accord in the second classroom because there is no other room big enough that still feels honest. The first classroom is for lessons. The keep is for war. The courtyard is for bread. The second classroom is for asking, so we bring the table from the floor and let Hayes and his people take off their shoes at the door.

Reap says we'll learn about that later in the majestic theory class. "Right, well," says Mr. Reap as he glances up at a clock above the chalkboard, "I'll put up a new seating chart here, and after I do that, why don't you all get up and get to one another. This class only has forty students, and there's only six classrooms of 10th graders. You'll have plenty of time to get to know one another."

No one said anything and I waited to make sure it wouldn’t continue. “How about we continue with the actual class? I know this group has been together for many years. You all know each other well and I’m sure there are rivalries and cliques that I can’t even begin to unravel. However, in my class, you are here to learn. So, all that extra stuff is left at the door.” I pointed to the classroom door. “Is that understood?” For the most part, everyone looked thoroughly chastised. Krista nodded and even was one of the few who offered a ‘Yes, Mr. Penn’ into the mix. However, the problem child that Mrs. Cross had written about was currently glaring at both Krista and Winter.

Thalia said as she faced Xandros "I guess she's just trying to avoid the pain and trauma that comes with being alone again” Xandros said "What's going on? Everyone take your seats for we're about to take our tests, I hope you all read?” The business class teacher said as he walked inside the class which made everyone stop talking to each other. Meanwhile! While Xandros was in the bathroom, he didn't know there was someone listening to his conversation, it was Melissa. The school's restroom was a unisex restroom where males and females toilets were opposite to each other and demarcated by wooden doors and bars.

"Being new to this class is no excuse for tardiness. You two will be here at 10:00 tonight. You'll need to wear some short pants for what I have planned." The whole class watched, praying for God to have mercy on the truants' souls. Helena watched Xavier, waiting to see his reaction, and to her shock, she thought for a moment that he was actually smirking. "Spare the rod, spoil the child," he simply hummed, stepping away and making his way to one of the few empty seats in the classroom. "And Helena, I still expect you to translate that verse." 'Damn it.'

I nodded, wiping at my face with my sleeves even though I knew my eyes must be red and swollen. We headed back toward the classroom. Just before we entered, Sarah reached into her bag and pulled out a handkerchief, pressing it into my hand. “Here,” she said softly. “Thank you,” I whispered, using it to dab at my face one more time. Sarah pushed open the classroom door and we walked in together. And I froze. Xavier was sitting at a desk near the back of the room. His whole body was tense, his hands gripping the edge of his desk, his eyes darting around nervously. He looked panicked, like a trapped animal searching for an escape.