Jjk Students Novels & Stories

at my request jennifer pales , god i hate abusers and bullies they belong to the seventh pit of hell. "We are going to see another packmate , we're working on nala college applications if you are interested he can help you apply too" ~kellan Jennifer look at me confused , yeah she wasn't expecting this kind of invitation. So i can continue to explain. "We offer all packmate a chance at uni, the alpha will pay for it , the books , food, transportation everything but you need to pass all your subjects or you'll be in trouble." ~kellan "Oww we can go to college together it will be so funnnn" ~nala .

"My name is JiJing Devin." Jay introduced herself to the class. "But you can call me Jay." "Devin?" The teacher's voice mumbled. "Sounds familiar." Jay's seat is right in front of his desk, she made sure to choose a seat which will help with her success in buttering up to teachers. "You might have met my brother." Jay smiled slightly. "He's in senior year now." "Jake Devin." Mr. Zallik clicked his tongue, his fingers tapping on his chin where his beard seems to be thickest. He's close enough for her to see the timer on his watch, but she didn't mention that. "I see. Next."

"My mom is looking for someone who can tutor Lore"Jette eats her food first instead of opening her notes. "What now?Your little brother needs a tutor as much as you need"Thana chuckled. Under the tree ,we came to spend sometime because the current class that should be happening right now suddenly held a meeting so Thana ,Jette and i decided to be here. We are from the same department and we're currently on our first year in an All Girls School.We are all taking up Business Administration.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and make my way toward the quad. The Eastmoore College attempts to appear intellectual with its brick buildings and towering trees, and students dotted around the lawn as if to work while scrolling TikTok. I see my friends immediately. Indie is on our usual bench then, sketchbook opened, most likely sketching something peculiar but stunning. Jazz scrolls her phone as she’s plunged in someone’s I*******m. Kyle is reclining on the grass with sunglasses and a look that says he’s either philosophizing or napping.

Maybe that’s what survival looked like—standing tall in the place they tried to bury you. By the time I got down to the lobby, the bus was already waiting. Students piled in, loud and talkative. Some laughed. Some were on their phones, updating their statuses about the win. Teachers handed out snacks and water bottles. And J.J.? stood by the bus steps, sunglasses hiding his eyes, arms folded like he didn’t care about anything or anyone. When I stepped past him, he didn’t speak. Neither did I. But I felt his gaze. And this time—I didn’t flinch.

Maliksi but she’s watching her elder siblings with palpable envy. JM isn’t with Lor because he’s at the Ablan family tomb. He’s also lying low from Mr. and Mrs. Maliksi’s heat-vision glares. In CITS High though, JM’s legacy will be cemented through his parting gift to the Everesters, or at least the STEM students of his homeroom section. Because Kate is also 12-Everest class president and most Everesters are STEM students, she asked Lor to ask JM to design the logo of STEM 12’s jersey for Intrams next week.