Education Novels & Stories

he said, and with that Abigail rushed out the door. "Crazy b****!" Leah laughed. "Yeah... bet you 1000 bucks, she's gonna get yelled at," I said, chuckling. "Today's topic will be 'Laws of Thermochemistry," Mr. Burke announced. "I'm aware that every single one of you, is super excited to start this unit," he said extremely sarcastically. I chuckled under my breath. He could be so adorable sometimes! ••••••• Stepping into the cafeteria, Leah and I scanned the area for a proper seat.

his mother's voice calls him and he sniffs it out as he wiped it out from his face. "Nay? Are you now feeling well?" she asked her mother and despite of the pain—she always say, "I'm okay." THE sun rises again to bring another hope. Sam goes to his school to enroll for another year. Upon getting his card from the registrar's office, it doesn't surprise him. This pandemic is having a massive impact to everyone. Not until he knew that other students don't wanted to continue their education. Despite of this challenges that he is facing in life right now, he don't even think about it.

We entered a room with a number, <<1- Damien>> The room looked new and the blackboard was shiny. About twenty chairs are facing a teacher's desk with a circular table furnished black. The windows on the right show the trees and the buildings afar. The desks and chairs are all furnished black, and so the windows railings. Everyone sat on their desired seats and I stopped next to the teacher's table. I left the textbook on the desk and then walked to the only seat available, a seat on the first row next to the window. I sat and then the teacher came in. He picked up the textbook and then taps the ends of it on the desk. The sound of the book tapping on the desk made me focus on him. It was lou

"Rugby 101, and advanced bedroom games." I laugh. "I would have if I knew those classes had been offered. I studied business management and minored in Phys. Ed. You could have at least given me credit and said advanced rugby." She turns a little in her seat, and I can see she's looking at me. "Probably." Curiosity enters her voice, "Are you going to give up playing, like Joel, and take up the business end of things?"

He ran his fingers along the skin of her shoulders, toyed with the straps of her camisole top. "It won't be. Several of them are non-traditional students, people who came back to school after working for a while or something like that. As you should have noticed, it's a pretty mixed group of people. All ages, races and religions. All they expect is for you to be honest and friendly, which you are. So stop worrying."

Sam teases, his hazel eyes fixed on me, as if trying to read something deeper than my appearance. “Didn’t he say the report was due by noon? Well… it’s done.” “What?… impossible,” he whispers, so surprised it looks like his tense body might explode. I take the stack of papers, organize them neatly in a file, and hand it to him personally. “Wow!… I can’t type that fast.” “I didn’t type, sir… I used Excel. It was very easy,” I murmur almost humbly. “Mmm… I see… I don’t know much about Excel. How about you teach me, Estela?” he murmurs, staring enchanted at each sheet. Something in his expression makes my heart race for no reason.

' Her mother was working as a saleswoman, she hardly had time for unnecessary calls. "Mrs Bankolé." Oh, okay maybe she was one percent less sure now. Mrs Bankolé was one of the amebo (ah-meh-bo) teachers who practically hunted for gist, apart from her being the pregnant biology teacher, she was also a serious gossiper. The type that could leave the class she was teaching to go and watch as a student and teacher fought in the other classroom.

The authority has been placed over Aesthelia for several days now. It wasn't pleasant at all. She had to wake up early in the morning, and now she had to train a hundred wolves without even knowing what to do. Aesthelia was clueless. She was even thinking that she could propose yoga, but, of course, that wouldn't work either. These wolves like to use their claws and they like to draw blood. Aesthelia doesn't have any idea what kind of training they do. She attended the assembly twice; the first one, a duel, and the second one, a hunting event.

“Boss will you tell him that whatever he says never makes any sense?” Leo demands storming into the office with coming in hot behind him “ No, tell him that I am right and he’s just delusional.” Noah huffs plopping on the chair in front of my desk “What the hell are you two talking about?” I groan, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Ever since I assigned Leo’s brother Noah to the team they have done nothing but argue. “ He said that waffles are better than pancakes.” Noah gasps

"What's your favourite subject?" Annie was taken aback by the question because she wasn't expecting him to actually carry out a conversation with her. She paused before softly saying, "English, I guess. There's so many different perspectives and ways to communicate your thoughts..." Annie trailed off, staring down at the table when she had realized she had started to unnecessarily ramble. She tried to hide her face away by draping her hair around her face like a curtain, trying to hide the embarrassed blush that had crept onto her cheeks. Leo's lips twirled upwards in a grin as he didn't fail to notice the blush, but he thought it was cute. "I never thought about English like that but you're