Kamen Teacher Novels & Stories

dong. Although today there are no school lessons, but they have to introduce themselves before that. Rissa and Evelina sit on the bench, Evelina realizes that there are Nox and Franss in their class. After that, there is a man with dark gray hair with a navy blue eye color. He came and entered the class, he immediately introduced himself as a homeroom teacher 1-4. “My name is Kyle Xerxes. Just call me Mr. Kyle, I teach maths and also as your homeroom teacher, please cooperate!” said Mr. Kyle.

Even to Daniel. Finally, Kenzie abandoned her intention and kept it to herself. Daniel faced the homeroom teacher who was still standing not far from them. "Thank you, Miss. Because you are still accompanying Kenzie at this time." The homeroom teacher smiled. "It's my duty, sir," she replied. Then, the next sentence that Daniel uttered, made the homeroom teacher feel indecisive, not knowing what to do.

"You're not going to play hard to get now, are you? Why would the Princi bother about what the urges of two students?" "One student and a teacher." I removed her hands easily as she stood gaping at me. "My name is Ethan Whitmore and I'm the new chemistry teacher. Now, if you do not want to be suspended from school, you will get out of this room immediately." Her shock turned to anger as she stepped back hastily and picked up her bag. "How dare you!" He screeched. "You're going to regret this, Mark my words." With that, she flung the door open and stomped out of the class.

I help him collect his papers and he helps me collect mine. Our eyes meet and I see that he's young. Maybe he's just a student and not a professor after all. "It's alright. Just watch where you're going next time. This is my first day teaching. Wish me luck. Which class are you heading to?" "I'm heading to world history." "Well, you're in luck. I'm professor Oakley your new world history professor as of yesterday. Mr. Collins got sick last minute and I was asked to accept the job. I won't mark you absent if you follow me to class miss....what is your name?"

Mama asked. Kamsi nodded with a smile. "Idi sure? " The older woman asked again, using a hand to turn her face sideways in a close examination. It was not the first time she was reading her like that and Kamsi still wondered how she was able to do it. She had been a school head mistress before she retired. She was known to be able to decipher when a pupil was lying. She did not know what gave her away at that moment. Maybe her hug was not as tight as it should or maybe her smiles refused to reach her eyes.

She turned to look at her. -Tell me. -Are you all right? You haven't paid attention the whole class and the teacher won't stop looking at you. Camila turned to look at the teacher, he was a young man of about 24 years old. His hair was blond and he was wearing a T-shirt that fit his body very well. She couldn't help but think he was cute, but nothing compared to Adrien. Thinking of him, she turned her gaze to the other end where he stood, writing something in his notebook, however, he seemed oblivious to the class.

And the teacher announced, gaining his attention. “Student, we have a new student in our classroom.”, The teacher said and Kush peeked from his side and there he saw his girlfriend. She was looking cute in a school uniform, a grey color skirt, and a white shirt. Her brown hairs were tied in a single ponytail. “Her name is Camella Reynolds. Just because she had joined the school in the mid-session, do help her in the studies.”, The teacher continued and until then Ella’s hazel eyes had already found her boyfriend. .

Panicking, I fumbled for the handle. "Mr. Carter, stop—or I'll scream for help!" I shouted. The smile vanished from Cameron's face, replaced by a dark look. "Go ahead. Who do you think they'll believe? A teacher resting in his room, or the student who's voluntarily come to his room?" Nevertheless, I still screamed. The door flew open, and Zachary rushed in. "What's going on? Why is a woman's voice coming from a male teacher's dorm?" Cameron didn't recognize Zachary as a student and assumed he was another faculty member. He quickly explained, "It's nothing. She's my student—a dance major. I just corrected one of her moves and hurt her by accident."

I asked, curiosity piqued. He smiled bitterly and a glint of mischief flashed in his eyes. “I’ve prepared a little gift for you,” he said, turning on his PC. The screen flickered to life, revealing a live feed. I leaned in and saw that it was a school, then something clicked in my mind. “Thank you, Father. You know how to treat me well.” I said, smiling sinisterly. I would make sure that Kamille would regret coming back to life again. The video showed a woman dressed like a teacher walking towards a school lunchroom. She approached a table where Kamille’s children were seated, smiling and saying something to them.

Miss Joana asked one of the male teachers who had just arrived. "Oh? Who are you?" Miss Joana took off her glasses and looked annoyed at the man in front of her. "I'm a new teacher here. I teach English." "Really? It's no wonder I've never seen you. Oh, let me introduce myself, I’m Bagus, the mathematics teacher." Miss Joana just stared at Mr. Nice's outstretched hand without intending to accept it. Not long after, the bell rang. "Oh I have to teach now. Please move aside, you are blocking my way."