Novel & Cerita Teacher Assassination Classroom

The teacher fell with a thud to the amazement of the pupils. The second was that, a boy who sat on the front seat of the class; screamed so loud that he lost his voice and his life. He died on the spot. Terror filled the classroom. The school authorities barged into the classroom and helped the teacher up. "What happened to the boy?" They asked the class. "After the teacher fell, he screamed so loud, and died immediately. I really don't know how...this is strange." A girl on glass said, trembling. I looked at Kyle.

"Whoever it is, they are insiders or people who have access to the school room." "Let's narrow down the possibilities. What if it's one of the teachers or the security guard over there." said Alex. "But why would they kill students?" asked Martha. "That's what we have to find out. Spancer must have had something that got him killed that night," Alex replied. "We should go back to the school to find other evidence that might point to the killer," Joe suggested. "I will be there!" said Alex. "I'm in." Caesar followed.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

he whispered. He opened the classroom door and looked up as they entered. “Now listen, class, I'm only going to say this once. If you don’t do what I tell you, you will get a write-up and I WILL call your parents,” he said looking at Ivy. “Ivy's parents were murdered.” “Yeah, by her, Ivy the murderer,” someone said, the class laughed again.

We all knew he was dangerous. Mr. Caleb wore the Rochester teacher approved clothing which was a suit and tie. The female teachers had knee-length granny skirts or dresses. The colors weren’t black and white but they were always drab earth tones. Only Miss Bianchi, the Home-Ec teacher, bucked the system with some killer heels from time to time. Mr. Caleb did not buck the system. He was someone you did not mess with. Sometimes, with some people, it was unwritten and still everyone knew. I called it the killer vibe. The students dubbed Civics, Killer 101, years before I came to Rochester. From Maria’s inside info, I would find out over the next few months why Mr. Caleb taught this class. I was

he teased me, following the girls as they entered the small classroom. I sneered at him as I stepped inside the classroom. There were only seven pupils in the classroom, and when we came in, they all looked and watched us as we quietly padded to one long table at the back. The father, I presumed, had to sit with his child. “Where’s your teacher?” I asked curiously. Shouldn’t teachers be responsible for the safety of their students in the class? Lyra Helene almost got hit by a car because of their negligence.

We finally got to the class, and she paused and smirked at me. "They are all waiting for you..." She said this to me in malignancy, and before I could recover from the raging pains in my skull to understand what she meant, she kicked me into the class. "Here is the killer of the Luna of this pack!" Her voice echoed sharply in my ears as I landed heavily on my butt. I quickly stood up and my eyes fell on every student in front of me staring back at me in anger and resentment. Even the teacher backed away in disgust and abhorrence.

Professor Shaw commented. They helped Miranda to set up her presentation. She’d only done a few slides, as she didn’t want to just read off them. As a former student, she knew from experience how boring that was. As Prosser Hammond showed her how the microphone worked. Students began to trickle in. Josh had already taken a seat at the front, and she could not help but notice that he was joined by a couple of guys and a girl. One of the boys in a dark hoodie whispered something to him and Josh hit him on the arm. Miranda wondered what he’d said to prompt that response.

Seeing that the teachers still weren’t convinced, I continued talking. “This would be completely voluntary. I want to keep as many people out of harm’s way as possible. They will need to go through a series of tests as well. To determine if they can handle the situation to the extent that we had to face in Louisianna. I want to prevent a massacre if possible. The fewer involved, the less possibility that there will be casualties.” “Sounds good, but you have less training than your senior classmates. Even if you aren’t without a wolf anymore, it is a recent development.” Another teacher mentioned, which I recognized him as the senior’s trainer.

The students who saw this were shocked and came out of their classes to see what had happened. At this time, Cobra had arrived at Queen's classroom and signaled for eight of his men to wait outside the classroom while four went inside the classroom with him. Once he was informed that the two snipers had been killed, Jett led the twenty four men with him and they entered the school, spreading out.