Classroom X Novels & Stories

Everyone of them present in class looked back at who had made everyone of them fussed. Xander trudged into the classroom, his whole eyes screening through for her. He doesn't mind the eyes on him, not he cares. The whole class stood up at once, though the appearance of their Alpha caused a roaming tension spreading through the thin air. Xander found her quickly as she was the only head still on seat. He went to her. Lucia took her body up to a stand as Xander took a position before her. It was like she was glued to get seat when he entered the classroom, he captured her unaware; she wouldn't deny.

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

’ She hoped inwardly. There was no way he could remember the girl he saw that night, right? And yet, of all the classes to be mixed with, why did it have to be his? “I can’t believe I am sharing a classroom with the X boys,” someone whispered loudly. Almost instantly, the girls erupted into excited murmurs, swooning and giggling like the room hadn’t just shifted on its axis. “Come, sit here.” “Take my seat!” As the X boys moved further into the classroom, chairs scraped against the floor and hands shot up, students eagerly offering them better places. Three of the boys accepted, settling in easily.

He thought: the corner children will find the sea from every seat. He drew the classroom behind the east windows. He drew the ceiling at the standard height — two metres forty, the coastal school did not need the compression of the community centre corner or the expansion of the community centre weight-bearing room. The coastal classroom was the room for the wide light — the classroom that did not need to hold the light or release it, the classroom that corresponded with the everywhere-at-once.

They definitely had their uses. My small triumph was wiped from my mind as I walked into the huge, amphitheatre style classroom. The thing could seat two hundred and fifty if it could hold a dozen, and it was at least half full. My graduating class had thirty-six kids. There were at least three times that many in this single room.

I swallow, giving the class a quick once over. The room is large and rectangular, with rows of wooden desks arranged in perfect symmetry. At the front of the classroom stands the a woman, tall and stern with a sharp glare that seems to cut right through me. The walls are white and bare, sterile in every way, and the board... it's a smartboard. There is only one empty seat, and it is all the way back. A small mercy, thanks to the Goddess.

The sun hung high in the sky as Xavier pulled into the expansive parking lot of Kingsway Academy, an elite school known for its rigorous academic standards and its reputation for shaping the brightest minds. He glanced at the two children sitting quietly in the back seat, Zane and Alana. “Let’s keep them busy, so I can focus on Calla and convince her to leave for a while,” Xavier thought as he parked the car. He got out of the car and called out, “Come on, get out.”

The [School of Education Department] goal is to produce a successful individual. While on their way they talked about each other and laughed. [Friends really...] The building which their department is grounded has 16 rooms. 8 at first floor and the latter are 8 floors also. Then together they ran upstairs. When they reached the second floor they stopped the fun and walked normally. Among the 8 classrooms one of these are them, their own classroom. They walked at the 3rd room and stood outside. However, they wore a sad face. They also missed their classroom but that face held something different.

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the classroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the rows of desks arranged neatly in pairs. The classroom itself was a study in symmetry and order, with chalkboards spanning the length of the front wall and corkboards on the back wall displaying students' artwork and notices. Each desk bore the unmistakable signs of a student's presence – textbooks, notebooks, and the occasional doodle etched into the wooden surface. The room had a familiar, lived-in feel, a place where memories were created, lessons learned, and friendships forged.