Baca Ln Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

Papa- you have my credit card with you right? I looked inside my bag, I think I forgot to pick it up from the table. Nope, here it is. I did as papa told me. Me- Done. Take care. I turned around to see Trio standing behind me. "Shall we go? Break is about to end." Asked Saachi. I nodded. I followed them through the crowded corridors. The LR. 19 was on the first floor, on the extreme corner of the left wing of building. Our department was fan of extreme corner I thought. I entered the class and looked around. "Last class was better." I whispered.

She didn’t have classes until later today and had decided that she wanted to join me to the arena. “Nothing.” I quickly typed back, forcing my attention back on the man before us. Stacey leaned in. “How did you do that? I can’t remember seeing that in the syllables we were given.” I hummed. “I read it in a book, i think it was in the library.” “Do you know the name?” I quickly showed her a picture of the book, before walking forward to accept the tape the professor held, demonstrating what I had just explained. Classes were finally over, and I moved closer to where Marley sat. I could see the way her eyes scanned around the arena, looking at different players with appreciation in her eyes. “

“I peeked through your file and found out that you are in Class A. However, Leo is in Class B. There is another class and that’s Class C.” I couldn’t help the frown that marred my brow. “Is there a reason for the distinctions?” “You wrote an entrance exam, didn’t you? They grade you based on your IQ.” Lindsay led me to an unoccupied desk and slammed her hand on it. “Unfortunately we are in the same class as Emerald.” “We?”

He sat on the seat beside me. “Hey, you’re quite late,” I said quietly. “I know,” Carl groaned. “I woke up really late. Gosh, even though I set my alarm, I ended up snoozing it.” I chuckled. “Classic you.” He turned to me, his eyes bright. “You look really great in that outfit, by the way.” “Oh thank you,” I said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The class began, and the lecturer—Mr. Jones, started talking about literature—its definition, its connection to art, and how it shapes human emotion. His voice was calm and painful to listen to. Within ten minutes, I was already fighting to stay awake.

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

Elara quickly purchased a basic piece of toast and a plain cup of black coffee. Not wanting to risk another humiliating encounter or spend a single extra second in that hall, she took her food, walked out to a quiet, secluded stone bench near the courtyard, and ate her breakfast in peace. Once finished, she checked her schedule and immediately rushed toward the academic block. The lecture hall for her first class was massive, designed like a sloped amphitheater with rows of dark wooden desks. Wanting to stay low-profile while still maintaining a decent view of the board, Elara chose a seat right in the middle of the side column, the second-to-last row from the back.

I busy myself reading a book on my kindle app. When there are about two minutes left before class begins, that familiar electric charge strikes my skin. Glancing at the door, I find Alessandro striding in, clutching his notebook and pen, marching straight to his desk at the back of the classroom. He pays no attention to the students trying to strike up a conversation with him, just leans back and folds his arms across his chest. Then his eyes flick to me.

LENA’S POV The classroom was too quiet for a Thursday morning, everyone sat quietly in the class like an apocalypse happened the previous night. My pen scratched against the notebook as I jotted down keywords from the lecture, trying hard to keep my attention on the board trying my best not to think of Tobren or Arlo. Professor Deaks was mumbling something about historical timelines, pacing slowly, unaware that my focus was wearing thin. Then my phone vibrated, twice. I quickly grabbed the phone, squeezing it between my thighs.

I love puzzles especially when it came in the form of measly humans. I checked my watch for the third time. "Oh bored already?!" She giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not that high maintenance." I said nothing, my phone buzzed. Thank God. It was Levi, one of the few people I tolerated. A single message with a video file attached. "Watch this now!" His text screamed like a matter of urgency. My brows creased in question. I tapped it open, already half done with this date. The moment the video loaded, I stopped breathing.

agreed Topaz, shouting loudly. “I won’t let Luke claim my throne! He will never win either battle. He won’t lead my pack and he won’t be able to steal my first position in college. I will defeat him, no matter what!” said Elena in a loud furious tone. They immediately removed two notebooks from Lily’s shelf and sat next to her. “What are you reading?” asked Elena in a curious tone. “I started with Basic Marketing. There’s the reference book” said Lily pointing towards the giant book in front of Elena.