Novel & Cerita Baca Ln Classroom Of The Elite

Instead, I got him. He was leaning against the podium when I slipped in five minutes late, hair still damp from the rain, backpack dripping on the carpet. The room was already full, but I found a seat in the third row, center, because I hate sitting in the back like I’m trying to hide. He didn’t even glance at the clock, he just waited until the door shut behind me, then started. “Good afternoon. I’m Elias Hawthorne. This is Literature 487: The Modern Confessional. If you’re here for an easy A, leave now.” His voice was low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean forward without realizing it.

You…like someone… No, I shook my head, want to meet a man…that cares deeply for me… Honey, not these days, a woman has to be strong and take what she wants, she said as she closed her fist. After we got dressed and had breakfast, we went to the first class, ancient languages. The classroom was high-ceilinged, with towering windows that let bluish light glint off rows of old, worn desks carved with odd runes. Bookshelves lined the back wall, crowded with dusty tomes and glass bottles holding faintly glowing liquids.

--- 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.

I immediately scanned the classroom until my eyes landed on a very pretty young-looking girl sitting at the center of the classroom… she looked beautiful as the sun rays from the class window cast a dim glow on her smooth skin. She looked nervous as both our eyes locked, I gave a little smile at her as she quickly averted her reddened face from my gaze. "Uhm, Mr. Leonard this class is for the medical students, there are other few classes you can have a look at after this one" "I love this class already," I said with a slight smile as my gaze swept around all the school directors and also people from my company. "Why so many directors?" I asked "Actually, Mr. Leonard is a very prominent man i

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.

I sat there in the second row, my head heavy, heart racing, wondering how many versions of Lana existed and whether I could trust any of them. Across the room, Eli caught my eye. He looked how I felt—exhausted, raw. He didn’t even try to hide it. When the bell rang, he was already packing up. I caught up to him outside the classroom. “We need to talk,” I said. He nodded. “Meet after sixth period?” “There’s more,” I added. “Stuff I didn’t say yesterday.” He paused. “Me too.” ⸻ Sixth period came and went in a blur. My thoughts were thick, swimming with images from the bunker. The hatch. The pages nailed to the wall. That symbol—circular, split, almost ritualistic. None of it made sense, and ye