Novel & Cerita No Gyaru In This Class

This is one of the reasons I hate school, you can't get into trouble in secret, there’s got to be eyes watching you especially when you get in trouble in class. “I-I…sir,” Mr. Deere raised his eyes and saw me staring and his lips pressed into a hard line. “Were you staring at Miss. Dark Storm? Is there something you would like to tell her?” “S-sir…” “Why would anyone with any ounce of sense be interested in Gin? I bet poor Colin is wondering what such a freak is doing in Class A.” I rolled my eyes to Emerald and she stared right back indignantly. “Personally, I think the bars for class distinctions are too low…”

He was trying hard to persuade me that we were Gucci, little did he know what I've done before coming here. The girls watched my face bitterly and turned their faces back to Ryker. He gave us another two words and after that, he told us to start working out again. We have only begun when Scarlet barged in excitingly, Shit! Why couldn’t she wait for the class to be over?

I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the Platinum class, they tagged along. "Are you serious Andrea? a Lamborghini veneno, nothing ever suprises you" Katie mocked giving me a strange look, She likes to nag at any little thing at times. it's time for our signature move. We are about to enter the class. "Girls are you ready? " I asked abruptly. "Ever so ready!" we made our way inside the class and sat at our respective seats. Other students from gold class and silver class came to see what was happening because everyone was taking pictures, some gossiping, trust me I don't care.

The boy appeared more dark-ish and introverted than him, but the piercing on his tongue induced engrossment. "You are... the new guy, right?" Ryuu's eyes met the other black ones. His fringe was covering his left eye, but the lad put the strands of his hair at the back of his ear; revealing a deep cut scar on the eyelid and another piercing on his left temple. The lad smirked and Ryuu diverted his attention on his food, the same as the new guy did. "I am," Ryuu remarked. "What class are you?" he questioned. There were 3 Classes of Servers. Each class is determined by the quality and performance of a Server.

Well I am not a very sporty person and I hate gym class and importantly the gym wear. Yes, our school couldn't get something decent to wear. They forgot that not every girl wants to dress up like Rosaline and her minions. Our gym dress consists of tank tops and a booty short. Yes you heard right, a booty short. And above all we have our gym class combined with boys. I totally hate it. And the worst part is not this, the worst part is that Rosaline and Makayla both are in my gym class and Javier too.

They're looking for blood. "Beauty treatment?" One of the guys sneers, kicking his boots up onto the glass coffee table. "Did you seriously think we called you here to do our makeup? Are you actually that naive?" A girl with violently pink hair scoffs, looking me up and down. "I heard you bypassed the exams and got placed directly into Class 1. S Combat Tier. I expected a monster. But...seriously? You're this short?" The room erupts into cruel, mocking laughter.

"My mum's having some bunch of friends over and I need to help out with the cooking." I'd found out Zara, Sage and I were in same class — the Golden Class — while Red, Shawty and Jace were in the diamond class. Apparently things worked in a certain way. Once I passed a certain exam exceptionally, I would be dimmed fit to be in the diamond class as well. That brings me to the question. How the hell is Jace in the diamond class if he was a nutjob who knew absolutely nothing? I found it confusing. "Oh, okay. See you later,"Sage pecked Zara's cheek and she smiled at us both before rushing off.

He was enjoying this. “Just don’t give me that expression!” Esther exhaled in frustration. “If you want to skip class, go ask another girl.” Gaara let out a crooked smile, almost bitter, as if he had expected this very reaction. Inviting Esther to skip class was like asking a nun to sneak out of church during prayer. It simply didn’t happen.

The extra lessons my mother had given me helped me even more. My body slumped in relief. Thank the Moon Goddess–that way, I’d be able to transfer to another class before the next day, and nobody would be the wiser. For the rest of the class, I was determined to fly under the radar. I would pretend to be bad at fighting, and it would make sense that I’d transfer. The idea of pretending to be weaker than I was filled me with anger. This class would be a breeze if The arena was filled with the sounds of people grunting in effort as they sparred with each other. The other students from powerful packs were easily defeating their partners.

he turns around, facing us as he walks backwards, “turns out, we’ll be getting our uniforms tonight. All of us. We have to wear them to classes.” I see a woman walk toward us, “Alright, people, come grab a number from the bowl on the table to the right. Find your partner.” There’s no introduction or anything, and we all queue up, discontented murmurs sounding from the class. “This may be martial arts, but you will first be assessed by how skilled you are as a fighter.” “If anything, shouldn’t they be teaching us less violence?” I mutter under my breath to Quill. Quill snickers. “I hope they have a class which lets us blow stuff up.”