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Barnes sounded uncomfortable. “Most of them?” Luca asked. “Which ones?” “It makes me incredibly happy to see a student invested in their studies. Especially history,” Mr. Barnes laughed. “But we will get there during the lesson, Mr. Greene. If you will?” Luca shrugged, leaning back in his seat. Just then the classroom door flung open and Elijah stalked in with an irritated look on his face. “You’re late, Mr. Ledger,” Barnes remarked, his eyes trailing after him.

Elsa said. "How come, you have your husband" Donald said. "He is always busy and he is my husband while you both are my kids" Elsa muttered. "Sure mum" Donald nodded. ****CRESCENT MOONSTONE PACK COLLEGE**** BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION DEPARTMENT A lecturer was in the class teaching but Elena eyes was focused on the door, expecting Leonard to walk through it but that didn't happen even till the end of the class. "Hey, let's go" CeCe said to her.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

Nelson walks in with her briefcase and begins class. She dives right into a lecture on the relationship literature has with other arts. After going on for at least fifty minutes, Professor Nelson, lifts a page off her desk, poises her reading glasses at the tip of her nose and begins to read. The words flow off the page brilliantly, with confidence, lacking the arrogance you’d expect from someone who obviously knows their shit, but isn’t trying to be an ass about it. Each inference is correct, precise, holding the attention of everyone in the room. Something about the words are familiar. Soothing even, like I know them from somewhere, though I've never read this paper before. The professor p

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

On my Professor’s Bed. Chapter 69. Author’s Pov. “I do not want you missing out on any part of the gist, Lina. I want every freaking part of the gist and that includes the sexcapeds.” Mira pulled Elena closer the moment the lecturer stepped out of the class. Elena smiled and dragged her backpack. “You are so hungry for gist. You looked so curious during the class. Like you could rip the lecturer's throat off his neck.” Mira chuckled softly and rolled her eyeball.

My student profile stared back at me. Everything about my life carefully outline, my Name, Year, Academic standing, Course load. Everything looked normal until I reached the class schedule section. Then my heart stopped. Advanced Literature (Elite Senior Program), Advanced Economics (Elite Senior Program), Political Theory (Elite Senior Program), Advanced History (Elite Senior Program), Advanced Ethics (Elite Senior Program), I read the list once, my eyes almost blurring words in front of me as I stare right back again. Then again, then a third time. Surely the words would rearrange themselves into something sane.

“Don’t forget that literature class this afternoon.” I took the mug, the heat warm through the ceramic. “Thanks, Mrs. Elkins.” I sipped the dark, strong coffee. Introduction to Literature was the only class I could afford this summer. It felt small, but it was a start. A real step forward. The morning rush faded. I took a deep breath. The quiet moments were the best part. Peace. It felt solid, like a new piece of furniture in my life. I walked over to the paperback section, running my finger along the spines. My eyes caught two men seated at a corner table. They were talking low, a heavy, rough murmur.

Logan entered the classroom amidst the students' astonished gazes. From a distance, the teachers had been peering out of their office, curious about the commotion in Class 3-F. The rector watched alone from his office, using high-definition binoculars and sporting a smile. As soon as Logan entered, the classroom erupted with noise. The students were finally jolted awake. "What the hell!?"

Damian stuck his chest out and proudly replied, "I'm here to pick up my granddaughter!" The person opposite him cast him a look of disbelief as usual and appraised him from top to bottom, as if he were an idiot. He probably thought that Damian had something wrong with his head. Soon, school time ended for Luna's class, Third Grade Alpha Class. Alpha class was a class for elite students with the best academic results. When Luna was admitted into the school, she managed to join the class by getting a high rank for her interview and written test results.