Karma Classrooms の小説・ストーリー

It was preparation. I focused on my plate and kept my answers short whenever Carmela directed conversation my way. "You said you teach kindergarten?" Carmela asked, breaking a small piece of bread with clean, precise fingers. "Yes. For the past two years." "Do you enjoy it?" "Very much." That part was not a lie. The classroom was the one place in my life that had always made sense to me. Small people with loud hearts who said exactly what they meant and meant exactly what they said. I missed it sharply in that moment, sitting at that table.

Mom and Dad were surprised, only I know the real reason why he is here, but it will work well, after everything is settled he will return back to college. There were two rolls of there chairs, Luna, Kai and I sat at the front and the other three at the back. I wanted to sit close to my Luna, we all sat for about 5mins, waiting for our teacher. No one said anything, we were all in suspense. Everyone eager to know what this is all about. Miss Amarok came in with a bright smile on her face, she looks sharp as ever. "Good day class" she greeted. She took a marker and wrote on the board 'A Garou'

“Then let us begin the class evaluation of the first year mahò users, let us call on aboard Kimi Karina Hallivil,” Kimi emerged from the prep room and the professor stepped out from the dais. When Kimi settled in the middle a huge barrier formed around the audience benches. The scale of magic then appeared in front of her. The huge transparent crystal ball would show numbers after a colored smoke that represents the strength of ones mana or aura fills the crystal ball.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

When I asked him if that was all he knew about me, he was puzzled and I guessed Kimberly didn’t tell him about us or that she was the Luna of the Kingdom, he probably saw her as one of the Noble women from respected families. Talking to him was not that bad, he was courteous with a great sense of humor, he made careful jokes whenever he could, and kept his smile on throughout the time they talked. I saw why Kimberly probably felt free with him, it was because he was free. He was released and I took that time to check on all the classes and their activities. Since the classes were based on age grade, I began to see the beauty in teaching the kids how to fight, each class was taught according

The interior hummed with activity that made Seraphina's breath catch and Emberlyn's nervous fingers find a loose thread on her scholarship robe and twist it until her knuckles showed white. "Holiday school," I said, gesturing toward the classrooms where students moved through lessons that did not pause for winter break. "Tutoring for those who have fallen behind. Remedial education for those who struggled in traditional environments. Practical learning for those who need hands rather than theory." The first classroom held children from every race I could name and several I could not. A mermaid child sat beside a wolf-cub, her webbed fingers moving through water that the desk provided automat

He led her further down the stone corridors, pointing to the library — its doors etched with silver runes — then to the sparring grounds outside, where students trained in wolf combat under the watchful eyes of instructors. Finally, they stopped at a large double door. “And this,” Lycus said with a bow, “is where your first class will be held. It is a course all wolves and future leaders must take: the traditions and rules of the Wolf Kingdom. It may not sound as thrilling as combat, but knowledge is power, especially for one in your position.” Leora smiled faintly. “Thank you, Principal. I’ll manage.” He opened the door for her. Immediately, every head in the classroom turned.

Sophia's POV I am beyond exhausted. I just want to go to the clinic, but I know if I do that, Carter will obviously be there too. Even if he doesn't want to, Luke will surely force him or do everything he can to make Carter go with me. Goddess knows what will I do if I am left alone with him. With that freaking scent of his and these horny wolves of ours might as well be here in public rather than suffer in private. Our classroom can accommodate up to two classes of students since it is a bit wider than other basic and standard classrooms. The special class, though, named 'Moonlight Class', Carter's classroom, can hold up to three sections, and it is still not crowded. The hierarchy and favo