Teacher Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

But at the end of the day, the reason I was here was always at the back of my head, nagging me for action. If we didn't fulfill this mission, humanity would be lost. We could not let them come to power, and I'd do anything to stop them. So here I am now sitting next to Amber at our shared desk, with Rowan at the desk behind us in our second-period Tactics 101 class. We'd had a substitute teacher named Mr. Ward, who, if I had to guess, was only a year or two older than us. It was very evident by the second day of class that he didn't know his left from his right, and as he tried to teach us from the book, he got confused himself.

I flip her off sweetly. Delilah watches me with a completely unimpressed expression. “Dead to me,” I mouth to her. I drag my finger across my throat in an exaggerated slicing motion. She rolls her eyes, but a small smile slips through before she turns back to the front. “Jack the Ripper,” Mr. Madden announces. A photograph appears on the digital board—grainy, black and white, and horrifying. The mutilated body of a woman sprawled in an alley. “Ew,” Tessa blurts out loudly. A ripple of disgust moves through the classroom. Some students sit up straighter, others groan softly or turn their heads away.

This was reasonable. After a pause, he continued and said, “In the second situation, do you think they may kill the child? Please rest assured that this will not happen. Because in terms of difficulty, if that person wants to kill the child, he can do it in the music classroom and then leave unrestrainedly. Why does he need to switch the child to harm her?” With that said, Thomas felt that it really made sense. Yes, if he wanted to kill the child, he could do it in the music classroom. It was simple and easy, so why bother to switch her?

In all honesty, he had a valid point and I’ve definitely learnt my lesson. “You idiot! Is the mission more important than your life? It’s meaningless to take on a mission if you can’t see it to the end!” Now that was a low blow. It wasn’t as if I never tried. “What’s the point?” I stared into forest green eyes. “It’s going to be the same at the end. I’m not a hero. I’m an assassin, a murderer. Even if I succeed in taking down the Parliament, there is no way I’m going to be accepted for what I’ve done. I’ve always known that the day I bring the Parliament down, I will go down with them. In order for a better future that isn’t built on the blood of others, the cycle must end and it ends with m

I would suit its back but time is not on my side. His glass door reveals he is neither in his ambiently lit kitchen nor his living room, but the security men from earlier at least denotes he is home and that is all that matters. Tucking my gun in its holster, I proceed to unlock the door with a central key. To become an assassin, you have to learn to pay more attention to details than even a forensic analyst. His door made not even a creak the last time I was here and now it is like I did not touch the door.

I need to know if she was a fucking bitch who would kill to keep her man or not. Getting to the school driveway and my usual spot where I parked my car on a daily basis, I killed the engine and then stepped out to the classroom. The classroom was so chaotic today. I mean, this was Professor Dawn’s class. A tutor in psychology. Everyone loves him. They adored his teaching cause it's always educative, interactive, and filled with students’ brainstorming questions that even a president will dodge. After class, I was able to get in contact with Vera, who smiled and flaunted her body when she saw me.

Belinda felt incredibly guilty for having to lie to these two men. Daniel nodded. "He seems like a nice lecturer. Why do you all call him a killer lecturer?" "He's already giving us homework before we even start. He keeps asking random questions in class, targeting students who daydream or arrive late." "Wow, I like to come late again. Get ready, I'll be a target in class too." "That's why, now I'm leaking it to you first, so you don't become a target." "Oh yeah, what homework did he give you?"

This is the teacher who has been involved, I thought with surprise. He had a list of those involved in the disappearance of the half-breeds and about the crime of the silenced. On that list was this man. “We have a new addition to the class today,” said teacher Albert, and everyone saw me immediately. That made the man place me between the seats and look at me kindly. “You can introduce yourself.” Such strictness in class annoyed me, but I stood up, said my name, and skipped the rest before sitting down again. Teacher Albert nodded, then gave a brief introduction about the stages of the old war that weren't normally told in regular schools.

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.

15 A Week Later Jennifer “Students, today we are going to discuss how, why and when criminals mark the victim as their next target. This topic will cover many strange and mind-blowing facts and our today’s class will be the most important discussion ever, so I need your eyes on the screen and your ears and mind towards me,” Professor Ben stated through the microphone, his voice resonating through the speakers placed on the walls. The lights dimmed and the presentation started on the board and Professor Ben continued speaking.