Classrom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

I toss my bag to the other couch “What party are you going to tonight?” “You mean what party We are going to tonight, you’re in this too” he says standing up from the floor and sits on the couch, laying back. “He wants us at the Elite’s party” Cole explains “The Elites?” Cole nods “Basically the students who say networking when they mean showing off” Tj grins “ Students with very expensive alcohol” “And Elite invite only parties” Cole says eyeing Tj “We wouldn’t even make it pass their parking lot before getting kicked out”

They’re the actors, walking into their parts without needing scripts. I pause just inside the doors, tray balanced in my hands, and let my eyes sweep across the room. The seating chart isn’t written down anywhere, but it might as well be engraved in stone. In the center sits the crown jewel: a long table where the most polished students laugh too loudly, toss their hair too perfectly, and check their phones with the kind of careless entitlement that comes from knowing your last name could buy someone else’s future. The Blackridge Elite. That’s what they’re called, though no one dares say it to their faces. You don’t need to. The way everyone else orbits around them says enough.

POV: Elara The conference hall on CrossTech’s top floor felt more like a battlefield dressed in glass and chrome. Elara smoothed her skirt, not from being nervous, at least that’s what she told herself, but because the silence of the room pressed against her as the clock ticked toward the start. The long table gleamed under the recessed lights. Folders aligned with ruthless symmetry. Screens flickered to life with CrossTech’s insignia, the Duval crest placed neatly beside it. A merger of power on display.

he said before the door closed, and the driver pulled away. I took a deep breath and walked inside. Inside, I was greeted by an elegant woman with sharp features. "Riley Monroe?" "Yeah." "I’m Elise, head coordinator. Follow me." I followed her into a spacious conference room filled with other new models. Elise clapped her hands. "Welcome to Elites Modeling Academy. You are here because you show potential. However, potential alone is not enough. Some of you will not last past the first three months. Only those who prove themselves will continue."

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

The architectural structure of EliteCorp was nothing short of divine. From the outside, it was shaped like a giant seashell standing with its butt in the air. Elena wondered what engineer was behind this queer design. Inside, the walls were pure white and looked as if they were coated with bioluminescence paint because they reflected the white lights so brilliantly Elena hankered to touch them. But she must not. She must be on her best behavior and impress Mr. Liam. She must not 'mess' things up.

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

“Well, whatever it is you’re doing, you’d better cut it out because Mr. Romero’s already here. He’s our third period.” Because CITS markets itself as an Integrated Technology School, STEM is the most popular and populous strand. Most Everesters don’t move to other rooms except those on other tracks (e.g. the CC sisters who have a penchant for Accounting and Business Management) to take their specialized subjects. And except for lab work and PE, it’s the teachers who come to the 12-Everest homeroom. It took a bit of time for Mr. Romero a.k.a. Squidward to chase away all of Nate’s admirers but now he’s stepping into the room.

Her evening might have been more interesting if Olivia had attended, but the brunette was off on a date with her parents instead. Olivia's mom was amazing, Kaitlyn wished she could have went too. With a sigh, set down her glass. At least, she could enjoy the music playing thoughtout the large room. Kaitlyn had to admit the psychology department knew how to decorate. Rather than an expo, the large, conference room looked like it had been dressed for a party. The glass décor was pristine, and the sparkling champagne flutes set the mood. Each presenter was dressed in his or her finest attire and the guests looked as though they were going to the opera. Kaitlyn glanced down at her own pencil ski

, Dom replied and emphasized the pronunciation of the word dean. As what he just said, we really didn't attend our classes instead we just did a movie marathon in dad's cinema room on the third floor, it's a big room that has 50 people capacity, it's like a movie theater in the mall, but dad's cinema room is at home while the other is in the mall, oh isn't that witty? We are watching a larva movie picked by Dom, BORING! I don't know what thought has passed Dominic's mind that he chose such movie, is he a fan of worms?