Classroom Of The Elite Author Novels & Stories

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

Clara attended every scheduled session and said nothing that wasn't required. Elemental Theory met in a long room on the third floor with windows that looked out over the north courtyard. The instructor was a small woman named Professor Adwen who had the permanent air of someone whose thoughts were moving faster than the room could follow. She lectured with precision and managed questions with the efficient authority of someone who had long since stopped being surprised by which students had understood the material and which ones had been convinced they had.

Avery was silently shrieking as she gazes upon the interior of the lobby. "Splendid! The designers did an outstanding job this school year!" Aric agreed with his twin, Leath just gave a plain look. In her mind, no matter how regal-looking their school is, it's still a school of rich spoiled brats. Calling them Elites are a bit of an exaggeration

There was no way she was close to him and by no means she wanted to make any kind of connection and communication with him. It was weird that he came in her mind. ‘I must be lacking enough sleep..ooff..’ Elaine sighed inwardly. . . “Good morning class.” A person entered the classroom breaking off the chain of thoughts of Elaine who was still contemplating on the appearance of that hateful man in her mind. Everyone went back to their seat and sat down quietly. Everyone maintained discipline and silence as they attended the class, after all it was their first day with the professor. The man in his forties was clad in a professional teaching attire looking as strict as he came by.

Anna was lying on the table, the light yellow sunlight that was not too harsh of spring shining on her jet-black hair, today was also a boring boring day for her, the lessons at school were sometimes too easy. It's easy for her, there aren't too many extra-curricular activities, nor are there many practical sessions, but the school only focuses on teaching theory to pretty students. Agree that the words are beautiful, but all the subjects are just boring theory is really very impractical, it makes Anna feel bored and lazy. She had no interest in going to school with all this boring stuff every day, she wanted something more interesting so she could show her true self. The beautiful and power

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?”

MILES I was sitting quietly in my chair, tucked away in the shadows of the classroom, listening intently to the discussion led by our teacher, Mrs. Rose Dorsett. With my assigned seat in the very last row of the classroom, I often went unnoticed, allowing me to freely engage in whatever I pleased. Mrs. Dorsett, a kind-hearted and knowledgeable woman, had a knack for sparking curiosity in her students' minds. Her words flowed effortlessly as she delved into the complexities of English literature.

Teya’s POV As I sat in the classroom, the familiar scent of chalk dust and burnt coffee wafted through the air, clinging to the walls like an old memory. It served as a reminder that Professor Elwin had probably been in here since the crack of dawn, furiously jotting down notes on the board as if the entire fate of our academy depended on every single word he wrote. You could almost picture him hunched over, fueled by a caffeine overload, racing against time to impart his wisdom on us.