Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Audiobook Free

—Chapter soundtrack: Animals by Maroon 5—- Emily's Point Of View I stepped into my next class in such a hurry, struggling with getting the books out of my bag. I took my seat, but then I noticed something eerily different about the class room; it was quiet and empty. There was no one here—well except for the lecturer before the board with his back turned against me, he had an aura of mystery pouring off him. “I think I'm in the wrong class, there's no one here,” I said, standing up to take my leave. But then the lecturer turned around, stunning me with a pair of nature green eyes.

I mean Diego is currently with Melinda in the head office and as for your Mother and Father, do you know where they are? Kiri: I could use telepathy to contact them but I don't want to risk being tapped on our connection. Ban: I guess our only choice is to wait for a while. We sat through the whole class as Sir Drake read through some important rules and introductions on what we should be doing while on the course as elite students. He mentions a very interesting topic about how every once a while. Members of the elite class would present their skills in front of everyone else and fight one another as a friendly duel with no penalty and rewards. Just a presentation. Actually listening to him

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

He then decided to fix his eyes on his book. The class seemed to drag on, finally ending after an hour. Professor Ste-phen was good—smooth in his teaching, his accent impeccable. The girls clapped as he wrapped up his lecture, drawing out the list of names in the class. "Sarah Martin," he called out with ease, his voice filling the room. "Present, sir," a girl exclaimed excitedly from the back. "Is this some kind of freaking high school or something?" Mason heard Aurthur mutter under his breath.