Funny Things To Write On Whiteboard Novels & Stories

After microwaving a portion of the Korean fried rice Donna left for me, I turned on an old Felix The Cat cartoon on my tablet and pulled out my notepad. “It's almost here, I'll tick everything off soon,” I whispered to myself, my eyes scanning down the list until they caught on number 13. Do something crazy in public. My mind instantly flashes back to the arena. “No, f*ck you, Blackwood!” I had screamed it without a single thought.

to it) and finally, with dripping dark blue ink marks on her hands from the leaking permanent markers that Max and Freya had messed up. Life Hack #101 for teachers: Always use chalks to write on the blackboard instead of markers on the whiteboard. A watery inked marker is not good for your hands and clothes. “What the fuck pumped the life out of you two ?” Ryan hissed as he looked at our eyes and lean, haggard looking bodies. “One more day and you both could pass off as walking and talking skeletons !” he exclaimed. “Any news ?” Dominic asked, cutting off his Beta’s rant.

The night rolled on in a blur of laughing, teasing and ridiculous stories. They roasted Samira for the time she tripped during a big corporate event. Tasha told a story about accidentally emailing a love confession to the whole company. Devin swore up and down he saw a ghost in the break room once. Then Theo talked about the time Samira accidentally sent a draft ad with a massive typo to the entire executive board ("Best Crapper Rates!" instead of "Best Career Rates!"). Samira turned beet red, and she covered her face with her hands while everyone howled with laughter.

However, she was sure that the items would be useful for her activities. The last thing that amazed her was the whiteboard that covered the wall on the other side of the room. She could write anything there, and even draw. Colorful markers were available on a small shelf nearby. In addition, Summer could also stick paper with cute magnets on the board. In just a few seconds, she had lots of ideas about what to display there. "This room is so cool! I will definitely enjoy studying here," Summer exclaimed with blushing cheeks. A second later, she hugged Louis very tightly.

POV: Claire Desmond The black marker in my hand moved with a rhythm of its own across the whiteboard. Usually, basic arithmetic felt like a chore, but today, the numbers looked like notes on a staff, dancing to a melody only I could hear. I hummed under my breath, the sound swallowed by the typical Monday morning chaos of shuffling chairs and whispered secrets among my kindergarteners. "Alright, everyone. If I have ten apples and Toby takes four, how many do I have left?"

Inside: doodle of me on my board outrunning his YZ, speech bubble “race you after school?” I wrote back: you’re on, coyote-boy. The teacher started writing equations. My shadow magic leaked: black ink crawling across the whiteboard, rewriting the problems into perfect four-point spirals. The class gasped. Teacher just smiled. Lunch. We claimed the center table: + the entire coyote pack on dirt bikes parked outside like royal guard. Remy leaned over, voice low. “Dam loop after last bell. You, me, your vampire speed versus my YZ.”

POV: Lilah If someone had told me years ago that I’d end up arguing about crayon budgets and curriculum instead of curses and prophecies, I’d have kissed them on the mouth. “Whiteboard,” Naomi said, slapping a marker against it. “Every good revolution needs one.” “This is not a revolution,” Lena said. “It’s a school.” “Hybrid,” Naomi said, writing the word at the top in all caps. “Human. Wolf. Preschool. It’s all the same thing: indoctrination with extra steps.”