Deku Teacher Novels & Stories

I asked curiously. He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. “Like any teacher, you become accustomed to how your students learn. Everyone learns differently. I have a select group who help their own with certain abilities. But over all my job is to teach how we can all work cohesively. We don’t want a repeat of the past.” He looked away at the forest. Looking lost in thought. “Do you remember Alpha Rowan?” That question jolted Derek from his thoughts as he looked over at me, nostrils flaring. “Yes,” he said with a growl.

Handling and teaching are quite stressful and very toxic that's why all of them are looking forward to relaxing and having a great time at this conference. "Wow, do the ladies bring their swimsuits or skimpy bikinis?" Mr. De Castro asks them naughtily. "I am so excited to see their bellies bulging hehe." Everyone laughs. "I've brought my Two-piece bikini, Sir," Patty said, the chubby Lady Teacher from Tacloban said. "How about the gentlemen here, did you bring your swimming trunks," Ms. Kaye from the FAculty department asks while laughing out loud. Ms. Kaye is a 45-year-old single woman who is a jolly person.

He kissed my head and packed up his stuff, leaving the room reluctantly. As the door closed behind him the teacher started to pack up some papers while mumbling. "As you know there's an exam coming up soon." I nod and respond with a yes, knowing he hadn't seen when I nodded. He looked up from the stack of papers. " We need someone to tutor this student who has been a little behind and I believe you're the perfect one for the job. I would have given it to Kaleb, however he is training for the football finals."

I’ll throw my fist in his handsome face if he dares cross me. “Relax, Fratello. Why don’t you tell us what has gotten you so stressed lately? You can drop the classes you give out in Stanbury. Besides, it’s not like you need the money,” he says matter of fact. As Don, I have access to everything, but my happiness is derived from the hours I spend doing what I truly love_ teaching. “I have a question.” I say glancing at them. “Shoot!” Dante says his hands playing with his phone.

I miss Hunter and Alyssa day by day but I know it's for the best. I feel bad for lying to them all, but I had to. Today's Wednesday and Mr. Dechart is coming to get his money. All I wish is that I could've found a legal way without having to borrow money from anymore people. I didn't want to take money from my brothers or my children but they are stubborn and won't take no for an answer.

Documents. Everywhere I look, only documents. A papery grave as sharp as any blade or sword. I had always had a problem being organized, even when I was a teacher at the Chadel Royal Academy. It had almost cost me my job a couple of times. Lucky for me, I had an eager little student. She wasn't really little, but she worked hard to make a name for herself. It was a... peaceful time at the academy—past tense. Everything went to shit when Julius Darcey showed up.

“And yours too.” The break time was over. Teachers called all the students in with some little bell. “See you again, Mr. Lucas.” Little Dee got up. She picked the wooden pen along with the paper then waved the crystals to Lucas. Lucas watched her join the crowd and into the classroom. He wondered what were they teaching them. He shook the thought away then continued wander. He wanted to open his Gilliant Map again as the elder suggest him to. He couldn’t open it in a random place.

The speaker smiles and asks him again, "Young gentleman, who is your teacher in junior class?" "Miss., Anybody is my teacher!” Everyone chuckles once more. One of the group's teachers takes a moment to brag, stating, "He is my student. The fact that he is something but okay makes him incredibly fascinating.” His teacher introduces him. “He is Mr.Jeorge Deway from the East.” He gets ridiculed by everyone for his self-introduction, yet they all adore his amazing personality. The audience began to discuss current events and some fantasies that the out-of-school youth person's imagination about that school had as they eagerly awaited the arrival of the princess of hearts that evening.

Me- I promise to only defend myself. Fran- Good idea. “Miss Dancer, please find your seat,” a young-looking male teacher, who looks almost as yummy as Evander, stands at the blackboard. “Aw Luna Marcella, I’m Mr. Drake. Welcome to class.” He and I shake hands and I see he is un-marked. Fran- They don’t make teachers like this at Westmoreland! I look at Ki with wide eyes and she has a smirk. “Exactly how are we supposed to concentrate?” I ask Ki.

Just a moment later, we also finished eating and a teacher has finally arrived… “Good Afternoon, Georgians. I am Sir Jude Boribor… You can call me Sir Jude instead. I will be your CPAR teacher for this semester. So, what does CPAR means?” The whole room was quiet except for the hum of the aircon. We did not research about our subjects…