Classroom Of The Elite Author の小説・ストーリー

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'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."

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."

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.

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

be nervous. What's up and everyone is muttering? When I got to the office, I wasn't surprised because my boyfriend wasn't there. I was in the office for a few hours and was restless. I want to go home because I don't really feel well. Shocks! It was as if I was dizzy, so I called Mr. John pick me up from the office because I want to go home to the condo. He immediately answered me and said he was coming. I went down to the office and heard the whispers again. What's up with the gossip, Marites? Maybe share? "Did you know? I saw Mr. Berkshire with a girl at the club last night. Damn! Even more beautiful and hot than Scarlet!” the man whispered to his friend. "Really? Oh poor Scarlet, our bos

I really can't concentrate on chemistry class so I start dozing off. Suddenly the doors of the classroom opens and our class teacher Ms Mathew, who is an elegant but stingy lady comes with a boy who is wearing the same school uniform, as ours, following her right behind. All the girls were mesmerized by his spendiferousness and were staring at him like a pack of wolves staring at its prey. The boys were just looking at him with envious eyes. They might really be taking him as an another competitor.All have different expressions on their faces, excluding me and Ren. When I looked at Ren, he was just checking his notes and not giving a damn about his surrounding.

Dawn, Valerie and Aria sat close to each other. “Settle down, class..” A middle-aged heavy-set teacher came. He swept his gaze around the room. “I see that there are a few new students. Let me introduce myself, I’m Mr. Marcelo Reyes, and I will be your homeroom teacher as well as your class advisor. He swept his gaze around the room. He then noticed that there were students seated in groups. ‘These kids. For sure, they’re going to chat all the time or worse, cheat as a group.’

He wore a black, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, he was tall, dark, thick and messy hair, olive toned skin, piercing blue eyes, pointed nose, luscious lips, sexy walk, he walked with grace and possessiveness, that would make any girl want to make him pregnant, lean muscular build and elegant. His presence swallowed the air like smoke. He dropped a leather folder on the table in front of the classroom, slowly looking up. RECENTLY ON LUSTBORN: "I'm Professor Ashford. I'll be your substitute Literature teacher today. Professor Ellis is out due to illness." He walked to the board, writing his name in clean sharp strokes: "Professor Vos Ashford" No one noticed Elara's entire b