Kenapa Classroom Tidak Ada Notifikasi Novels & Stories

So may utang na loob na ako agad sa lagay na 'yan? "Ano ba kasi ang mahalagang sasabihin mo?" "Hindi mo ba alam na may online class tayo bukas?" "Hindi." Matipid kong sagot. Muntik ko nang makalimutan na estudyante pa pala ako kong hindi pa niya ipinaalala. "Ayan kasi. Bakit naka off ang phone mo? Kahapon pa kita tinatawagan." "Nasira ang phone ko. Nasama ang simcard ko ng itapon ko."

In fact, she was smiling from time to time while facing her phone, making her seatmate wonder if she's gone crazy due workload. Jewel rolled her eyes and looked over the class secretary when the girl suddenly yelled, "Omg! Sorry, guys. I forgot to remind you all that Prof Gideon won't be coming to class and he's given us three activities!" There was silence and everyone looked at Madeline, the class secretary who's smiling wryly at them. "Why you didn't say, Mad?" "Well, I thought it's free time. Tss." She sighed and hid the phone in the backpack. Jewel looked at Madeline, raising a brow. "He texted you? Did he told you why he was absent?" she asked, grumbling.

She couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for her. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't told her Nana she would be staying out late and took out her phone to give her a quick call when she saw an unread notification from her class group and tapped on it curiously. 'The results of the quiz are out. Please check your mails for your score. See you in class next Monday. - Professor Lucas.' Marcella's heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach.

The person had said that the class was full ages ago. Perhaps someone had changed their mind and emptied up a spot. "Hello, students! Can you hear me?" At that moment, a clear, husky male voice came from the live broadcast. "Yes!" "We can!" "Franky!" A string of comments began popping up on the screen. "If you can all hear me, that's great. The teaching assistant will check the register, and when everyone's here, we'll officially start the class." A minute later, the teaching assistant sent a message to the chat. "Everyone's here."

It's just a new unexplainable feeling he can't seem to get his fingers on. "No Perry. No, that's not it. It's more than that." ... I walked towards my class with my bag hanging on my shoulder. My eyes were busy scanning, watching out for Lucian. He told me not to come to class today, but I did. And I don't want him to see me today, tomorrow and forever. I was on the watch, till I got into my class. I quickly dropped my bag, before making a sigh of relief. I settled down, ready for lecture with the other students. I heard a beep from my phone. Taking a look at it, I saw so many notifications from my mates, especially boys, with the messages of happy birthday all through.

Carmela let out a breath, grateful that the moment was over. Just then, Carmela's phone rang. She saw the school's number on the display and answered it, a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Hello?" she said. "Hi, Mrs. Martins," the voice on the other end said. It was Ms. Wilson, the kindergarten teacher. "I'm afraid I have some bad news.” Carmela's heart pounded as she listened to Ms. Wilson's words. “I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but neither Noah and Hannah didn’t come to school today. I tried calling the house, but no one answered. Are you sure everything is okay?"

“We are done” Maxwell sighed dramatically and said. “About time, because we have been waiting.” Smirking, Alexa said, “They sound like kids.” Meanwhile, Vivian smiled and continued, “We told you we had a lot to do.” There was a small pause when she said this, then Maxwell suddenly said,“Wait, something is not adding up.” Hearing this, Vivian frowned slightly and asked, “What?” “Why didn’t we get any notification?” he asked. “None of us saw any alert that our cards were used.”

If I don't find a way to vent this energy, I'm going to end up in an isolation cell. If I don't find something to hit—or better yet, someone to pay me to hit them—I'm going to lose my mind. I need a distraction. Fast. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I log into the Academy Intranet to get a read on my new hunting ground. I scroll through the main forum. It's basically a massive social media feed for superpowered teenagers. Pinned at the top is a brand-new administrative announcement: [NOTIFICATION: July 12th, Year 705. Two new students have been admitted. They will officially join Class 1-1 tomorrow.]

I can't focus. I try emailing the summary again. The message bounces back immediately, just like before. The error notification stares at me from the corner of my screen like it’s mocking me. I'm too scared to ask Mr. Madden if I can leave the classroom. Sam keeps whispering questions, little murmurs of conversation that float around my head, but I can’t process them. I zone him out. I glance toward the front of the classroom. Mr. Madden sits behind his desk, his long fingers resting on the keyboard of his laptop. His attention seems fixed on the screen, but the faint crease between his brows tells me something is irritating him.

Get it here if you have some time after class. Everyone's date is different. I wasn't paying attention on my phone the past two weeks. There are also a lot of people texting so I don't open the inbox anymore. Also, a lot is actually being done. When I have free time, I relax and don't open the phone. So I think that's the reason why I didn't notice it. Me: I'm sorry, I didn't notice right away. I didn't mean to ignore your texts. Just a little busy.