Clasroom Of Elite Novelas e Histórias

The day we were supposed to submit our college applications, the class representative, Kenneth Graves, used a marketing video to brainwash everyone. “Times have changed, my friends! The best AI models have predicted that, in the next three years, even Ivy League graduates will face a 100% jobless rate! “What’s the real trend right now? It’s Galaxy Technical College! Once you register for this college, you will be hired into top AI companies upon graduation. Your salary will start from a million dollars a year!” In the previous timeline, I had locked the computer system and tried my best to prove that the entire thing was a scam. I had forced these high-performing students to apply to Ivy

“Good! Good! That’s my daughter! Go! Put her in that class right now! As for that exam spot, it’s decided by ranking. Whoever refuses her is out!” With the chairman as my dad, everything moved fast. Ten minutes later, I stood at the door of the elite class. The homeroom teacher was a strict middle-aged woman named Olivia Lawson. Everyone called her the “Demon Headmistress.” She adjusted her glasses and looked me up and down. “Xena? I heard you came in through connections.” I had not even spoken a word when she added, “I don’t care who your father is. In my class, everything is based on performance. If you’re at the bottom of the next mock test, you’ll be out immediately.”

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

Rain returned to Garden Metro like a warning. The skies poured with the kind of relentless weight that made time feel slower, heavier. Elara sat at Damien’s long dining table, flipping through a series of screenshots—screenshots Cassidy never intended anyone to see. Group chats. Secret DMs. Mocking nicknames. Detailed plans on how to isolate classmates. Every line oozed cruelty masked as charm. “You’re telling me she actually made a spreadsheet ranking her classmates by ‘usefulness’?” Elara asked, stunned.

This time it was Kehlani who had been quiet that chose to explain to Rose before Sandra could. “Just like Kel said, the classes are also divided like that as well. The classes in our high school are the Purple crystal class known as the special section, Blue crystal class special section 2, Green crystal class and Yellow crystal class. In terms of student and teacher quality, the Yellow crystal class couldn’t compare to any of the classes in front of it, especially the Purple class. Most of the talented students in the city were concentrated in this class, and so it had quite the reputation. Most of the students that came out of the Purple class all got into prestigious universities as well

But if they so much as looked at Clarissa the wrong way again. They'd wish they were. ... I was heading for my next class when I caught sight of Clarissa with the academy's popular triplets: Ember, Skye and Rain. They were first-tier elites. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, unsure of what was really going on. If they so much as breathed wrong in her direction—

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

It gives them the idea to try some shit earlier than they should. We reach our destination and go to our assigned class. The door to the classroom is wide open so Cassey just walks in but I am frozen and all I can think about is turning around and running away because my worst nightmare has come true. Occupying the seats at the back are none other than the elites and as if the world is working extra hard against me today, Suzie and one of her clowns, Veronica, are also in this class. Scanning the room, the only allies I have are Cassey and Trevor who is currently chatting up the girl seated next to him. The bell rings which startles me out of my stupor but by then Cassey is already seated an

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk