Sugino Assassination Classroom 소설 & 이야기

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

I found the room, stood at the doorway, and let the memories flood back. My seat—third row, second from the window. I could almost see myself sitting there, laughing with Samuel, passing notes during lessons. His smile, his gentle voice... it was all so vivid. But then, the air shifted. Cold. Unforgiving. A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the blood. The moment when the innocent days were shattered by the murder. The lifeless body, cold dead eyes staring back at me. The smell of blood. The sight of his pale, limp form, draped like a broken doll in the corner of the classroom.

"And she retired the next day." My friends were still listening. I can see Nathan holding his phone, facing its back side towards Lily. Did he recording our conversation? Such smart... Lily continued by saying, "That day after the assassination marked the darkest days of our school." She heaved a sigh before continuing. "Priam ghosted every staffs that were involved in his assassination." Mom... Mom was also included in the assassination, right? So, she was also ghosted that time.. even she was retired. "Why was he assassinated?"

Others were looking at their phones, fright evident in their eyes as they quickly looked away, unable to stomach what they saw. “Today, it is a depressive morning to announce that one of your classmates, Mr. Tuffin, also known as Chris, passed away last Saturday night. He was seen on his bed, hanging from the ceiling. As the staff—” My body trembled, and my mind went blank for a moment. Last Friday, Chris bullied me, and now he was dead. I couldn't process this. My hands were sweaty. A terrible feeling washed over me. Something told me I was the reason for his sudden death.

But he dissapeared in the morning and since then they never meet each other again and she didn't even know the man she had saved from drowning is the same men she saved from died because of the bullet . Twenty minutes later , all the first year students students from class one and class two takes their seats in the auditorium while they can see a corpse covered by a white cloth on the stretcher place on the stage . Suddenly Shushu who had been focused her eyes on the corpse become pale . She just looking at the corpse without looking at her classmates. Then they heard a female student from the class two screams loudly while pointing at the corpse on the stage . Then few of the male students

“I just turned 18 this year too!” “Stop talking! The teacher is watching us!” The teacher sitting in front of the classroom glanced at the few people who were talking. He had heard all of their conversations. In the past, if a student spoke during his class, he would definitely punish them. However, this time, he did not criticize them, which was rare. Instead, he sighed and continued to watch the live broadcast of death on television.

Without warning, he held my waist, pulling me towards him, kissing my forehead, “Okay. I will.” Fully blushing, I left with Sigil. However just as we arrived at school, we witnessed a horrific incident. Someone stood in front of the school’s tallest building — a four storey building — and from the way the student’s arms were stretched I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me what was going to happen. He wanted to kill himself. He wanted to commit suicide.

While his killer gets away with it. Lucas’s parents had taken his death in good faith but not I, Roxette Bennett. His killer would pay, in many ways than one. I slipped into the classroom early, choosing a seat in the second row, directly in front of the lectern. I wanted to be close enough to catch every word, every expression. Despite the chatter as the room started to clutter, my gaze remained fixed on the door as if I would miss the moment she walked in if I as much as shook.

He moved with that casual arrogance that came naturally to his bloodline. "Sorry I'm late," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Had to use the bathroom." I watched him slide into his usual seat near the back. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and I caught something there. Guilt, maybe. Or recognition of what he'd witnessed earlier. He'd been in that classroom when the attack happened. He'd seen Rae on the floor. "Take out your textbooks," I said, turning to face the class. "Chapter twelve. Inter-species relations in the modern era."

His shirt seemed to be missing the top buttons, exposing the scar that ran across his chest. “He can have the chair.” “Really?” Theo shook hands with him. “Thank you, bro.” I locked gazes with Tristan, seeing through the game he was trying to play. He was trying to get into my head, but I wouldn't let him. I had too much crazy in my life already. He stood by the wall, still staring even when I looked away. “Good morning all,” the principal started. “I believe most of you already heard of the gruesome murder that two of our students stumbled into.”