Classroom Of The Elite 2 Novels & Stories

It was a jumble of shuffling feet, maxed-out voices, giggling, exaggerated laughter, door slams, and murmurs. However, through the conundrum caused by the school bell, which was seen in the hallways and premises, only one class remained gentle, like they didn't hear the bell, which was the favorite of any high school student. Class 2-B. The most disciplined class in the entire school and maybe the whole town. A title that wasn't earned because the students were of their best behavior innately, but was because of the grooming their homeroom teacher, Miss Elis, instilled in them.

Luckily, the next day she had no classes, so she grabbed her schedule from the front desk, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and went out for some shopping. Grand Elite Academy was on the outskirts of the main city and was surrounded by small towns. Innessa bought some fake vines, fairy lights, and some double-sided sticky tape. On her way back, she had an iced latte. Stepping inside her room, she removed her shoes, placed them aside, and padded inside barefoot. She checked her banking app once before she got to work.

We walked into the classroom, us being the latest ones to arrive and took the only seats available which were in the front of the class. “Welcome SECOND years!!” Mr Jackson announced with his arms up high. “I'm so proud of you guys, you did it!” He added. The whole classroom smiled at that, feeling excited for the new year. “I need some help carrying some stuff from the teacher's room. Kenna, Beatrice, please?” Mr Jackson asked and opened the door for us. The teachers' room was on the top floor in the other building, the school consisting of one main building and two smaller ones next to it.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said. "Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion. She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

Even breathing felt easy. This time, I'm never stepping into 502. After locking in 502, Chloe looked smug. If she had a tail, it'd be straight up. She loomed over me. "I heard 501's full of nerds—SAT top scorers from all over. Sounds impressive, sure, but in the real world? They're not even worth a rich kid's pet. I made it in one move. I'm in a higher class now. Once I'm there, what won't I have? You think I'd still be missing a grad school offer?"

Elliot leaned closer to Timothy as they walked toward a private elevator. “Do they always look like they’re about to get fired?” he whispered. Timothy pressed a button. “Yes.” The elevator doors closed. Elliot watched the digital display climb rapidly. Floor 30. Floor 50. Floor 70. “Please don’t tell me you live at the top,” Elliot said. “Penthouse.” “Of course.” The elevator opened into an enormous living space. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire room, offering a breathtaking view of the city below. Modern furniture sat perfectly arranged across the polished floor, and everything looked so clean and expensive that Elliot felt afraid to touch anything.

Vivian said, stepping back toward the passenger side of the transit rig. ​Julian didn't say another word. He turned his back on Garrett—a gesture of ultimate disdain that showed he didn't even consider his cousin a threat worth watching—and climbed back into the driver's seat. The hybrid engine roared back to life, its deep vibration shaking the tiles beneath Garrett’s feet. ​The inner pressure gate opened, revealing the glittering, high-society towers of the Inner Dome’s central sector. Clean, elevated highways bypassed the flooded ruins below, leading straight toward the massive, sterile white spire of the Elite Medical Academy.