Classrom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

My fingers find the light dial on the wall, and I turn it, dimming the room of its bright white light. Most of our clients don't like to be seen. So Chad has us dimming the room until they say otherwise. I walk towards the other figure in the room. His cologne invades my senses. He smells expensive, which is odd. Because the expensive types are usually Maddie and Laylas' clients. “Hi, my name's YINA.” I close my eyes and bow, getting down on my knees. “I am here for your pleasure.” I recite our given lines from Chad.

“If they wanted us to be that way, it'll be wickedness. Besides, the more angry one can become, the stronger physically they are for the duration the anger lasts. They just don't want us to show signs of weakness.” “I think I understand better now. Lest you are run over by another clan that has an Alpha that looks stronger, yeah?” “That is it exactly.” The both of them walked down the corridor, only coming in contact with two other students. ‘Citadel K’ was imprinted on the door in a bright colour intended to catch the attention of everyone that steps into it before they did. “What's so special about this classroom?” Harold asked. “It should be placed downstairs like the others.”