(3rd Person PoV)

"And that will be all for today!" Koro-Sensei said, closing his book.

Then a knife was thrown at him but he managed to dodge it swiftly.

"Hey Okajima! What did I say about throwing knives in class!" Koro-Sensei shouted.

"But you finish the lesson which means all hands are off. We can throw knives at you," Okajima tried to explain.

"No excuses! As punishment, you will stay after class and write ten sentences of how you shall not throw knives in class. No make that twenty!" Koro-Sensei said.

Some people in the class began to giggle as Okajima groaned.

"And the expression is 'all gloves are off.'" Rio said.

This was a normal day in class 3-E.

Class 3-E is the lowest class in the prestigious school of Kunugigaoka Junior High.

What they make up for being the bottom of the barrel is that they are being trained to be assassins.

Their target?

Their teacher.

But most people have already heard this story many times.

So why is this being repeated?

Like saying goes: A Magician never reveals their secrets. Except the author can't do magic tricks and just writes fanfics while struggling through school but this is off topic now.

"Hey Fuwa, want to go to the arcade with Kanzaki and I?" Okuda asked.

"Sure," Fuwa nodded.

"Itona, whatcha building there?" Yoshida asked.

"I'm not exactly building anything new. I'm just revising my tank," Itona explained.

"Nakamura, I made some pudding. Want to try some?" Kaede asked.

"Pudding? Oh well sure," Rio flicked her hair out of her eyes.

Some people were already leaving to go home. A certain blueberry was among them.

(1st Person PoV: Nagisa)

After school was over, I began to walk towards the vending machine to get myself something to drink.

"Damn," I said as the vending machine refused to give me my carton of strawberry milk.

I kicked it, hoping it does something.

Nope!

What if I were to shake it so see if I can manage to have the carton drop? I thought as I attempted to shake the vending machine.

Nope!

That was all I had so far and now it's gone, I thought.

Beep!

"Huh?" I looked to see a certain red head sadist pressing a button on the vending machine.

He waited for a while before leaning down to grab two cartons of milk.

"How were you able to do that?" I asked.

"I know the ins and outs of this vending machine," Karma explained.

"Well thanks, can you give me my carton?" I asked, reaching out for it.

"You mean this one?" Karma held up the carton in the air.

You got to be kidding me, I thought.

"Yes, that one," I said.

"Thiiis one?" Karma held it higher.

I groaned at this.

"Just give it," I said while trying to grab it.

Short people problems, am I right?

Karma has been teasing me about this since we were younger but it's all in good fun.

I always find a way to pay him back :)

Karma laughed and tossed me the carton but not after a while of teasing me with lifting the carton higher and higher.

"You're a d*ck sometimes, you know that right?" I rolled my eyes as I stick the straw through the carton.

"I am aware of the fact," Karma said as he also stuck the straw through his carton and began to drink the milk.

"Anyway, want to walk home together?" I asked.

"Sure."

So we walked out of school and towards the direction of our homes.

On the way, we were talking about random topics.

Mainly about Koro-Sensei and his weaknesses.

I even got my notebook out and everything.

We didn't talk about killing him though.

Well not directly. We just implied it.

"Too bad for Okajima. Teach is making him write lines for a simple throw. Could have waited until most people were out of the classroom, that way he wouldn't be in that much trouble," Karma shrugged.

"You literally did just that when you first met him. Except you didn't threw it," I pointed out.

"That's because I'm special," he said.

"Sure you are," I rolled my eyes.

We reached a fork in the road.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Nagisa," Karma turned away and waved goodbye.

"Yeah see you," I waved back.

I began to walk back home.

Just as I was about to open the door, I stopped because I felt like eyes were boring onto my back.

I turned around in a hurry to look around.

No one was there...

But I could have swore that someone was watching me.

Watching me closely.

...

I'm probably just imagining things, I thought as I opened the door and walked into my house.

It was empty and quiet.

It was just me in the house.

Where's Mom? I wondered.

On the table was a plate with food on it and a note.

The note read:

Hi Sweetie. Sorry for not being there in the house if you're reading this and I'm not there but I got an opportunity to go on a trip for three weeks. Hope you don't mind, they barely gave me a day to think about it. There's plenty of food for you and I even left some money in case you want to get a treat. Keep up with your studies and don't slack off. Yes you may invite friends over but no funny business like throwing a big party. Again sorry for not telling you that I'm going on a trip but I'll be back before you know.

Love you, Mom.

I sighed before placing the note in my pocket.

Guess I'm on my own for three weeks, I thought.

A/N: new book pog?

I may have a problem with coming up with new fanfic ideas and publishing them but I once knew some with 100+ works. Their account has been poofed two-three times but they are still here and they already have 43 works so ya.

Anyway I made a new book, Assassination Classroom because I love that anime. Also I have a new ship to obsess over. The main ship in this book.

This book was inspired by another book ok here called "The Assassination Experiment."

You should read if you like.

Anyway hope you enjoyed this! Cya in the next one -Flare

PS. Let me know if this book should be rated Mature as I write more chapters. At the moment, no but who knows as I keep writing. So let me know kindly please?