Classroom Of The Elite Author Novels & Stories

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

Peart starts class. “Everyone turn your book to page 150; we shall pick up where we left off.” She says. I look up, pulling out my book from my bag when Noah walks through the door. F**k, I forgot we have this class together. He smirks at me as Ms.Peart glares at him; she is the only teacher in the school not intimidated by his parents and their wealth. “Nice of you to join Mr.Calybr.” “I do like to make an entrance.” The class breaks out in laughter as if he said anything funny.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mr Howard. I will be teaching you guys for the second half of the semester of this course." The large classroom was filled with more than 200 people. This was a law school public class. The people who came to class were all industry elites. Every time, students had to compete to grab a spot in the class. Among them, there was the well-dressed and elegant Mr Howard. Mr Howard always wore a suit and leather shoes, exuding an elite demeanor. Without saying a word, he stands there like a person of remarkable talent.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

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.

"I only brought you here to compete because I wanted you to join the elite class." "Why do I need to join an elite class?" Hayden snapped angrily. "My teacher told me that everyone in the elite class is super smart. I think you'd be happier if you went to study there instead," explained Shea. "Everyone there is the same as you. there was a place where I could be with people like me, I'm sure I'd be happy." Hayden wanted to retaliate, but he was thrown off by Shea's innocent, child-like face. He did not want to reprimand her, but he was worried that she would repeat the same thing again.

Camela stood up and tried to dust herself while clapping her hands together in an effort to clean her palms. She knew who the Senior worker was, but she despised him as he was the main person who made her life so miserable in this sugar factory. " How dare you talk like that to me? Has your old brain made you forget about who I am? Hmph!" The senior officer matched forward furiously towards Camela, while his eyes was narrowed. Camela glared at the Senior worker and felt like tearing him into pieces! She hated this place, infact it was worse than been in jail.

"I always love to share knowledge, I don't mind. Especially to those who most certainly can't afford it. Now according to Economy, 'there is the 'poor', there is the 'working class', there is also the 'lower middle class', the 'upper..." "Elite......." There was total silence in whole dinning room, and I wasn't even hearing the clinking of cutleries on plates anymore. "I belong to the Elite class and of course, I did understand that you said. I just felt it was quite materialistic, and that isn't giving." I waved it off literally. I had decided to reply the woman just as she deserves, and not care how Carter would feel. He wasn't willing to stand up to her for me, so maybe I should just do s

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test. After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal. My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?" My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month." My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face. He looks at me in disgust and says, "Your parents have been working out of town for three years, and you still can't

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."