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Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

“My name is Allen Winters, the headmaster of Elite Order Academy. Today marks the start of another semester. To all the seniors, welcome back, and to all the freshmen, welcome! You are the chosen few, and we are honored to have you here. First and foremost, you’ve been chosen not only for your intelligence but also for your potential…” “This will take a while,” Tessa said. “Headmaster Winters is known for his long speeches.” I turned to her with raised eyebrows. “How much do you know about Elite?” she suddenly asked. I tilted my head to the side. As I thought about it, I realized I didn’t know much. My parents and brothers never bothered to share any stories. All I knew was that it was the m

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

I busy myself reading a book on my kindle app. When there are about two minutes left before class begins, that familiar electric charge strikes my skin. Glancing at the door, I find Alessandro striding in, clutching his notebook and pen, marching straight to his desk at the back of the classroom. He pays no attention to the students trying to strike up a conversation with him, just leans back and folds his arms across his chest. Then his eyes flick to me.

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

'We don't need protecting anymore' Aurora growls, hating that the world doesn't know she's here. "Okay class, we all know school is basically over" Mr Hall's voice fills the room as he enters silencing the bitches at back. "This class will be free reading, select any book from the library" his hand pointing in the general direction of the books as he stares at his phone. Oh please no. I can feel it coming. "I'll be back, don't mess around" he announces leaving the room. Serena instantly laughs, "Free class" she beams, throwing a paper ball at my head as I duck, feeling it coming.

theory, and for the last two months, it had worked. I pushed through the heavy oak doors of the Lecture Hall, the warmth of the building fogging up my glasses instantly. I wiped them on my scarf, scanning the tiered seating of the auditorium. Advanced Macroeconomics. The class was a shark tank of future CEOs, politicians, and nepo-babies. I climbed the stairs to the very back row, the "nosebleed section" where the other scholarship kids usually sat. I took the seat in the far corner, nestled against the shadows of a stone pillar. I opened my laptop, the glowing screen my only shield against the room.

"But isn't that wrong?" "Nah, I have class, and I'm here reading a book that has nothing to do with my academic syllabus." Elodie said nonchalantly, then pointed at Lenny. "And gamer girl over there hasn't slept she's been killing people from around the world from the comfort of her hostel room and she has class." "Hmm…" I had no idea what response to give, so I just looked around the room. "Where's Audrey?" I recalled last night's incident, and my heart sank thinking about Abigail monitoring me.

It was the first good thing to happen to her since she set foot in this academy. Watching Brandon squirm made her entire morning feel significantly better. Shortly after, the first professor walked into the room. It was a standard, boring theory session. The teacher stood at the front, reading off slides in a monotonous voice, completely unbothered by the fact that half the class wasn't even paying attention. Many of the wealthy students were whispering among themselves, checking their phones, or doodle-sketching in their notebooks. Typical rich kids, Elara thought, rolling her eyes inwardly.

The classroom was silent, the only sound the soft rustling of papers and the creaking of chairs. Pearl's bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as she listened to Mr. Daniel's explanation. Her slender, delicate features were set in a thoughtful expression, her long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a rich, chestnut waterfall. She was the only one in the class who seemed to sense the underlying tension in Mr. Daniel's words, her eyes narrowing slightly as she picked up on the hint of deception.