Class 1 A Novels & Stories

Ashley asked. "You see, the way class 4 was divided, A, B, C, D and E, it was done in such a way that the brightest kids by 91%-100% are in class 4A and the ones of 80%-90% are in 4B and those that they're smart like 60%-79% are in 4C and the students in 4D have 40%-59% has their intelligence capabilities and lastly 4E is um, 39% downwards," she said the last part with some hesitence. "But why would they arrange it like that?!" she was thinking of the poor kids that would be teased if the arrangement of the classes was a general known thing.

“We didn't come here to eat, Abbie, we came here to see if you liked the school.” She looked at me blankly. “The school?” “Yes, the cooking school...” She turned instantly looking at me in surprise. “Princess, don't just stand there,” I said laughing at her expression “Come on, let's go in this way...” As we pass the door, we automatically find ourselves in a different world. It was all shiny metal and large windows so people could see the practice kitchens, which were filled with students in chef's outfits and funny hats. "Wao, Alex, this is... Wao!"

She nodded "Stay quiet." Whisper shouted Afreen who was sitting just behind me. "So there are going to be some rules that you all are supposed to follow in my class. Do you want me to repeat them?" He spoke in his deep cold voice. Everybody shook their head. "Only two students on a bench. New rule." He spoke looking at the three boys who were sitting on a single bench. Benches were long enough for 3 students to comfortably sit on. "Welcome back to school?" I scoffed instantly earning a hard pinch on my elbow from Saachi.

Wonderful! I shyly made my way down to Mrs Roberts as my classmates filed out the classroom. As usual, Pixie was the last one out of the class. She sent me a pleading look, which I returned a head shake to. I didn’t want her to wait for me. She sighed but eventually left the class before I was left with the only staff member who actually sees me. “Shay, how are you today?” she asked in concern. “Same as always,” I replied lowly.

I turned to my left and snuggled the pillow, appreciating the soft bed arrangement in the hostel. The hostel was classified into grades A, B, C, and D, which rank from the influential and wealthy class, which is grade A, to the poor class, grade D. Grade A typically consists of one student per room, but the Grade A I'm currently residing in consists of Ayra and me, which I knew must likely be an arrangement made by Wyatt or Oswald. Perhaps to watch over me—who knows? I sighed and turned to the right before ruffling my hair. It was my first day of school; I should've slept long ago due to the unfamiliar weariness, but now all I'm feeling is uneasiness.

Hua Lian and she both were making their way to their classrooms. "I am in class Snowbush, by the way I am Fang Ying, what about you?" Yu Meng asked faintly. In this City A, City A Leading High School is one of the most prestigious and famous for the talents the cultivated. Most of the students here are crouching tigers and hidden dragons, so it is very easy to make your whole family bankrupt because of a small argument with someone, better be careful~ The grades are also divided into 3 classes, all of the classroom has a random type of name but they are no such a thing as the class with most people with good grade or those with the worst grades are in one class, instead all of the students a

The morning sun cast long shadows across the elementary school playground as the bell rang, signaling the start of recess. The children of Class 1-A burst out of the classroom like a herd of wild antelopes—some sprinting toward the jungle gym, others huddling around the hopscotch grid, and a few already negotiating the exchange of snacks. But in the far corner of the yard, one student had a far more ambitious plan in mind.

Ye Jun bluntly refused. "C'mon, make up your sad face." Mizu smiled, as if she couldn't believe it. "Don't be afraid, A class isn't terrible." "Yeah, that's good. Because in class A we will get the letters of the Alphabet." I said. For the first time, I agree with Mizu's opinion. "No!" cried Adnan. "The A class is the worst class among the others." He took a deep breath, then he looked at Mizu. "You can relax like this? Don't you know, it's a special class for outcasts with inhuman tasks."

He doesn't even know where this Class 1A is located considering the many rooms that dwelled in this building. And after countless minutes of aimless walkabout he finally found his class. Class 1A,which read on the wooden part of the transparent door. He emerged into the medium sized class of teenagers most of them 16,17,18 in age. Their distinctive chatter came to an abrupt end at his presence. He didn't bother to even glance at them rather,he walked to his desk dropping his empty note noisily. "The name is Arthur." He announced in a cold manner. His face weren't any different either,he shot icy glare at every single person.

Rila says defending the two of us. "I'll deal with her," the other lady says holding Rila's hand and shushing her. "We'll have a talk," mommy says starting the walk toward the next class, I didn't have my schedule, I didn't know what I got next, instead I had to walk to find out. "Where we going?" I ask her, having very little patience to find that out. "Puppy one-o-one, it's a class for mixed classification, you only have one hour per week, and you'll only learn the basics," mommy explains, but Rila won't be there, would she?