Classroom Of The Elite Author Novels & Stories

But my bet is on Bernadette being the skinny bitch who almost run me over. Things start to piece together. “And where is Jason in all of this?” I ask. The girl frowns. “Jason?” “The guy with his stick up his ass.” Her lips wiggle wildly, as if she wants to smile but physically can’t. What is up with this girl? She grabs my paper and scribbles some more words on it, just as the teacher starts talking to the class. I hadn’t realized the tardy bell had rung. “Satellite Elites – think of them as wingmen,” she says, then turns in her seat and ignores me.

Charlotte scoffed, "Really? And do you think you’ve got what it takes to become a member of this elite section?” Teacher Greg raised his eyebrow. 'What elite section is she talking about? There is no such thing as an elite section!' The room was suddenly silent now. The teacher let them continue to see what the new girl would do. "The school principal placed me in this section. I think, with that alone, you already know the answer." Almost instantly, the room erupted into another loud cheering. Teacher Greg was not able to suppress his smirk. "Who do you think you are?" Charlotte asked angrily.

He is not some rich CEO, but he is the best dad in the world. My heart swelled at her simple, heartfelt words. "This is beautiful, sweetie." She nibbled her pen. "The teacher is going to read the best essays at the conference. I'm a little nervous." "You wrote from the heart," I said, smiling. "Just be yourself, and you'll shine." At the next parent-teacher conference, I met Sophie's new teacher, a kind woman in her mid-thirties who cared deeply for her students. "Sophie is such a bright, thoughtful girl," Adeline Sparks said. "I can tell she's growing up in a loving home."

I slip past the teacher and into my chair next to Delilah thankfully class had not started yet. First class was a breeze with my extra knowledge and education growing up it was not too complicated and am thankful for the extra work my father required of me and the twins. I part with Delilah drop my books off to my locker and head to my second class I have with Karla who surprisingly is waiting at my locker for me . We head to elite defence class together I was surprised they had all supernaturals train together Karla explained that while it’s not a walk in the park the elite defence class was nothing in comparison

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long 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.

It felt like being at show-and-tell, except Moss was the one introducing Ruby. And some of her fellow students were a wee bit odd. The air in the classroom felt as if it were strangling her; the students were judging her, and at the moment, their verdict seemed very unfavorable. It made Ruby close herself off, and Moss felt it straight away. They hadn't spoken about the scene he walked in on, and a part of Ruby was confused by this too. The happy-go-lucky best friend she'd spent time with almost every day for the past year was gone, and this serious old man, Moss, had taken his place. And as for this being the final class for the day, there wasn't even a teacher in here.

Only then did she realize the entire class was looking at her. A faint flush crept onto her face as she sat up straighter. Clauss shook his head before returning to the front of the room. "Any questions?" The classroom remained silent. "Good. Then class is dismissed." Students immediately began gathering their belongings and filing out of the room. Conversations filled the air as chairs scraped across the floor. "Elena Hayes." Elena froze. Clauss looked directly at her. "Stay behind for a moment." The last of the students filed out, leaving Elena alone in the classroom with her professor.

“Good! Good! That’s my daughter! Go! Put her in that class right now! As for that exam spot, it’s decided by ranking. Whoever refuses her is out!” With the chairman as my dad, everything moved fast. Ten minutes later, I stood at the door of the elite class. The homeroom teacher was a strict middle-aged woman named Olivia Lawson. Everyone called her the “Demon Headmistress.” She adjusted her glasses and looked me up and down. “Xena? I heard you came in through connections.” I had not even spoken a word when she added, “I don’t care who your father is. In my class, everything is based on performance. If you’re at the bottom of the next mock test, you’ll be out immediately.”

Mr. Jefri wasn't just any lecturer; he served as the Head of Department in the Faculty of Economics. According to the rumors swirling around campus, he came from a background of immense wealth as a successful businessman, and some even whispered he held a significant stake in the university itself. That likely explained his exclusive private office, tucked away from the communal faculty lounge.