Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Author

Chloe immediately walked to her classroom. She would rather not allow Elijah any time to question her about Leonidas and their long-past relationship. She felt his intense gaze on her as soon as she crossed the room. Even with the students being rowdy and running around, the atmosphere inside the classroom felt more welcoming than the world outside.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

“My name is Allen Winters, the headmaster of Elite Order Academy. Today marks the start of another semester. To all the seniors, welcome back, and to all the freshmen, welcome! You are the chosen few, and we are honored to have you here. First and foremost, you’ve been chosen not only for your intelligence but also for your potential…” “This will take a while,” Tessa said. “Headmaster Winters is known for his long speeches.” I turned to her with raised eyebrows. “How much do you know about Elite?” she suddenly asked. I tilted my head to the side. As I thought about it, I realized I didn’t know much. My parents and brothers never bothered to share any stories. All I knew was that it was the m

I immediately scanned the classroom until my eyes landed on a very pretty young-looking girl sitting at the center of the classroom… she looked beautiful as the sun rays from the class window cast a dim glow on her smooth skin. She looked nervous as both our eyes locked, I gave a little smile at her as she quickly averted her reddened face from my gaze. "Uhm, Mr. Leonard this class is for the medical students, there are other few classes you can have a look at after this one" "I love this class already," I said with a slight smile as my gaze swept around all the school directors and also people from my company. "Why so many directors?" I asked "Actually, Mr. Leonard is a very prominent man i

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.

Eighty. When the class ended and the room emptied almost immediately as students gathered their bags and moved toward the doors, Elara lingered. She watched Adrian pack his papers, his movements precise, deliberate, and she waited, heart thrumming, for the moment she’d been rehearsing in her mind since receiving her grade. “Professor Moore?” she asked, her voice slightly tight, almost betraying her nerves. He glanced up, a faint smile brushing his lips. “Yes, Elara. Everything okay?”

I turned to leave the room when the sight of the uniform caught my eye. "Wow, why is this uniform so beautiful?" I wondered aloud, picking it up and admiring its exquisite material. "It's because Elite is a school meant for royals and high-ranking individuals, so their uniforms are of top quality," one of the guards explained. I gave him a skeptical glance before placing the uniform back on the table. I couldn't understand why people held this school in such high regard, but I was simply elated to have the opportunity to attend. Perhaps, just maybe, my status could change for the better. Elite High, here I come!

" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing. Mr. Jefferson pushed up his glasses but didn't speak. I just smiled and walked up to the front, got onto the podium, and grabbed a piece of chalk, twirling it in my hand. "Well? Or do you not dare to do it? Afraid you'll embarrass yourself for losing to a 17-year-old brat like me? "I'm telling you that I've disliked you for a very long time. The country's resources are limited, yet they're all controlled by old folks like you.