Teacher Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

Thank God they did. I woke up once again and found myself inside a familiar room. The bell rang and the doors opened. It was my classmate marching. "Who is the killer? There is one among us!" They sang in choir, with melancholic voice and echoes throughout the hallway. "Who is the killer? Let's find out!" They gathered around and I was in the center. One of them named Joy I think? Pointed her index finger at me. "HE IS THE KILLER!!" She shouted.

JACEL It was surreal to all of us when we heard that it was the sophomore student who was killed and that it was Travis Exposito who was beaten to unconsciousness. Now, the urgent increasing of anger in our hearts did not took long before it took into place, and that in every single word we say, we guaranteed we were going to be more angry ast the time would pass by.

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

“Oh, it's my responsibility. Can I ask you some questions?“ She asked and he nodded his head. “Can you tell us your ordeal with the killer?“ She asked and he shuddered in fear “When the lesson was going on, he walked up to me and said… Flash back. I was in class when a man dressed in a tight skin outfit revealing only his face walked into the class and walked up to me. I was surprised when the teacher didn't apprehend him. He stooped to my height and said “Why do you look sad?“ He asked “Oh! Your dead girlfriend, what is her name?" He said with a distorted voice

"Did you see anything unusual at school that day?" "Yuh-yeah." He gulped. "Miles died." "Your Honour, Mr Volkov was perfectly in his senses at the time of Mr. Theo's death. However, the CCTV footage has also been checked and it was seen in it that the whole assault was caused by Mr. Josh. It was also seen that Miles ran away from the cafe and went to the roof. He jumped while Mr Volkov was trying to help him." The prosecutor told everyone. Everyone was confused on what was she saying.

Colby stepped forward. Ms. Jackson’s partner, Mr. Colby, had been my homeroom teacher. Five years ago, even after being assaulted, I had to attend school the next day. My behavior was erratic, and I was terrified of men. For a long time, I wore long sleeves and pants, even in the heat of summer. On multiple occasions, I insisted on sitting alone in a corner, far away from curious boys. Their adolescent curiosity made me a topic of conversation. However, because I kept such a low profile, they eventually lost interest.

I saw her last night in my house, what would have happened after I specifically asked her not to leave without my help? Ella and I came back to the classroom to learn, I sat next to her and as her words kept on choking my throat_ I wasn't the one who killed Rita but why was her death, feel like something bad was about to happen?.. The lecture going on, Everyone was either tied up with the shocking news of what happened to Rita_ their whispering almost made Professor Hyde, call off his class, not as if he almost, but he did, allowing everyone in his class to walk past the classroom door, with our head tied to our phone...

There was a lot of processing to be done around the topic, and I was having a hard time processing. I eventually got myself in order after taking a shower and headed back to my class. There seemed to be a buzz in the corridor that I could catch wind of; all I could see were girls whispering and mumbling among themselves, but it seemed like it wasn't targeted at me, so I didn't pay much attention to them. I got into the class, and I finally understood what all the fuss was about. I could fight back the smile that appeared on my face when I came in, and neither could he really. Ash Gunner had moved to the league C classroom to attend classes.

Dante followed me out of the auditorium the second Thorne dismissed the class for a brief intermission. We pushed through the double doors, bypassing the crowded main hallway and slipping into an empty, glass-walled study room near the back of the building. I locked the door immediately, dropping my messenger bag onto the conference table and bracing my hands against the edge. The adrenaline from the public confrontation finally peaked, sending a rushing sensation through my ears. We had just survived a carefully crafted assassination attempt on our academic careers, successfully turning the entire room against the person who orchestrated the attack. Dante dropped his jacket onto a chair and

Students fill the hallway, talking loudly, lockers slamming. For a moment it feels normal. Then someone whispers. “That's her.” Another voice. “That's Evelessa.” I sigh. Great. The whispers follow us as we walk. Aretha nudges me. “You’ve officially reached celebrity level.” “I hate it.” Aretha looks amused. “You’ll get used to it.” “I don’t want to.” We reach our classroom. History. Which usually meant professor Kane until Cassain killed him and now he's been replaced with another clueless professor who is somehow terrified of me and does the impossible to avoid me."