Novel & Cerita Kenapa Classroom Tidak Ada Notifikasi

¨ he smirked. They both walked towards a table with a lady sitting behind, to ask for more directions. ¨Excuse us please, how can we find out which class we have first?¨ Nick asked politely at the elderly woman. ¨You should have had an email with a list of all your classes and a schedule that explains which class you have and what time of day, didn't you?¨ she replied while watching both of them from behind her glasses. Nick raised an eyebrow and then looked at Jessica who shook her head as a negative.

And I arrived late, which makes the first option even more viable, as the first few rows of seats are almost all occupied. Before class starts, I text Stephen. As strange as that sounds, it's part of the plan. My strange plan, to be exact. I think of a phishing-style message, to hook him without him noticing. “I miss you and your class. I wanted to see you today, is there any way?” That's pretty straightforward. The students chat excitedly about the latest events of the week as they wait for Max to arrive. Two minutes later, my phone flashes the new message notification.

Hazel's voice was laced with a mix of encouragement and sternness as she continued, "So, here's the deal. As I mentioned earlier, not everyone will be upgraded to Class 2. The reason is simple: some of you haven't demonstrated enough progress, and in Class 2, there's no room for correction. If you don't receive the upgrade, it means you're on the waitlist, but don't think it's a free pass. If I don't see significant improvements by next week, I'm afraid you'll be leaving the company. No exceptions." Her eyes scanned the room, meeting the gaze of each student, her expression unwavering.

I picked it up and plugged it in with a charger I found close to the socket. In a few minutes, it turned on, and I could see loads of notifications and missed calls on it. Some of them were from Kira, and most of them were from school. I had missed all my classes for today without any pre-information, and it made sense for my course mates to get worried. There were multiple texts from Becky, but the texts and calls from Dan were just too much. “Hey.. you weren't ’t in school today, I hope everything is alright..”

Everything had happened so suddenly. Still, I eventually fell asleep. The next day, when I woke up, my eyes fell on Nick’s bed,it was empty and perfectly neat. Had Nick not come back last night? I grabbed my phone to check the time. I was already late for classes. But then I noticed a flood of notifications from our academy group. When I opened them, my eyes widened.

A cascade of notifications lit up her screen, each one tightening the knot in her chest. She ignored it at first, telling herself it was nothing. Group chats. Class reminders. Maybe Sarah being annoying again. But then she noticed the silence. It was unnatural. The soft rustle of pages turning had slowed. Keyboards paused mid-tap. A few students glanced at their phones and then too quickly looked away. Someone across the aisle whispered her name. “Elena.” Her fingers trembled as she picked up her phone. The post sat at the top of the page, pinned, highlighted, impossible to miss.

Then suddenly, we heard a buzz. My phone vibrated sharply in my hand. At the exact same moment, Tristan’s phone buzzed too. Both of us looked down automatically. A school-wide notification. My stomach tightened immediately because students only received mass notifications when something major happened. “What now?” Tristan muttered. I opened the notification slowly and froze immediately, it was a video upload posted anonymously to the academy student forum. The thumbnail alone made my chest stop completely because it was us. Me and Tristan at the gym and we were kissing.

But for the first time, the possibility of it never happening doesn’t completely destroy me. Alex is about to argue again when both our phones buzz simultaneously. Then again, and again, and again. “What the hell?” he mutters. I pull mine from my pocket, and a flood of notifications covers the screen from the school social media page, football team group chat, and seniors’ forum. My stomach tightens, and my mind immediately goes to Lila. What are those fools saying about her again? “Shit,” Alex mutters, his face completely still. “Alex?” A cold feeling crawls down my spine when he doesn’t answer. Slowly, I click on one of the notifications.

Can't she figure out I wasn't in the condition to speak? "Good morning, class!" Greetings from our English teacher. "Good morning!" Everyone retorted altogether except me. Jaz is still not present. Won't she attend class today? Is she sick? Damn, she's making me worried. Can she at least message me about what's going on with her? The class ended, break time passed, and other subjects followed until we went home, but there was no Jaz. I was displeased and wanted to call her, but why would I do that? I hadn't done anything wrong. She should be the one to make a move.

Mas naaaliw pa akong kasama siya sa paglakad at makinig sa mga kalokohan niya kaysa ang mapag-salitaan pa ni Eisa habang nasa sa sasakyan pauwi. May isang araw sa linggong iyon na hindi ko siya napansin sa buong maghapon. Nakakapag taka dahil wala rin siyang nabanggit sa text na hindi siya makakapasok o ano. Kaya kahit nasa klase ay pasaglit akong nagtipa ng mensahe sa pangatlong pagkakataon. You (9:30 am): Hindi ka pumasok?