Teacher Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

Several students cried openly now while others rushed desperately toward the classroom door. Just then, the boy’s body dropped hard on the ground and a sickening crack echoed across the classroom floor. Blood slowly spread beneath the student’s lifeless body while terrified students stared frozen in horror. My hands trembled violently against my desk. The teacher looked completely pale. I tilted my head slowly as I saw Vanessa looking through the class window. She noticed someone was watching as she ran away. I quickly pushed off my locker as I went after her. Whatever that happened In this class, she must be aware. I thought to myself.

classes didn't start earlier that day because of the passing of a teacher. Shane Walker didn't see a point to it, the whole mourning period which had been assigned on behalf of the teacher. every day someone was dying in this school, it had become such a regularity that no one seemed affected anymore. not that the people here cared about anyone but themselves. psychopaths. all of them were psychopaths.

I whispered. "What?!" asked the person next to me. I nodded. "She shot herself." This got the class started up again. The teacher sat quietly for a while, and then stood up. "All right everybody, that's enough discussion. If you need to see the counselor, that is fine. Otherwise, let's begin."

I teased. As usual, she didn't respond anymore and just turned her head away from me. She keeps barking at the wrong tree. ... Dismissal of classes came. It's just me and the hooded guy left here in the classroom. I intentionally decided to be left here alone to lure him. I took a heavy breath and approached him. "So, why did you murder our classmate?" I asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." He replied flatly. "It was a dumb act of you to disguise yourself as the student council secretary."

Maybe that’s all he knows. The instructor enters through a door near the front of the classroom. It’s a large room, more like a theater really, with a podium and microphone and many rows of seats grading upward. He is a tall, lean man with a chaos of ink black hair and ice blue eyes. His voice is deep and booming; he hardly needs the microphone. His class is called The Secret Life of Trauma, and it is packed, most of the seats taken. He teaches his students about things with which I am intimately familiar: the defenses created by the personality to survive the unthinkable. I’m my own best case study.

At that time, they took the letters, which when opened said, Isolated in their rooms, afraid of their haunting. - You will be the next to die. Meanwhile, at school, the teachers were talking to the students. - While it's time, you have to declare who was the cause of this death. - A teacher said. - Confess before it's too late, we're already under investigation. - A teacher said, when entering the classroom when they were gathered there. - We know who did it. - The bully said, trying to place the blame on a stranger.

The media's second round of reports came out. - "As indicated by Classmates of the Deceased, She Had Been Humiliated and Beaten by Several Students in the School Before Her Death!" "The Hidden Story Behind the Suicide-How Many Lives Have Already Been Destroyed by Such Violent Cases?" "Why Has Winston High School's Teacher Been Ignoring This Case?" "Select! Guardians of the Students Who Insulted and Beat up the Deceased Are All Connected To the Government!" -

"Gage bumps my shoulder and says, 'Kai would be proud of you,' while smiling at me. I have to admit, it's fun teasing the guys about Dakoda," I say with a grin. We enter our math class, which looks just like the others. We find our way to the top and take our seats. Hopefully, there won't be any trouble in this classroom. We sit for a few minutes until the professor walks in, and I feel a wave of fear wash over me. It can't be him. The police killed him. I start to stand up from my chair, but Dakoda stops me.

I simply nodded, and just when she was about to speak other profanities that I was not ready to listen to, a student barged into the room. "What in Poseidon's testicles are you doing here!" resisted the urge not to laugh at the curse word and the metaphor she had used all together. "A student has been brutally murdered outside" Everyone including myself stood up and rushed out of the boardroom. Mac held my hand as we ran down the walkway to see that everyone was gathered outside the school premises. We made our way through the crowd to see the horrid sight before us; A young guy who was probably a freshman was butchered into so many parts.