Classroom Of The Elite Author Novels & Stories

It is not so much jealousy, probably more recognition and longing. I check the clock. In a little while, students will spill out from their classes, so it is too late to sneak into the class. Instead I go down to the canteen and get a cup of coffee. From my usual seat at the outcast table I have a perfect view of the big room, and I see it immediately when Luca rounds the corner with the rest of the Elite. As usual Julie is not far away from him and I have to watch as they talk and laugh together.

Naomi arched her brow nonchalantly to see Sherry and her boyfriend, Johnson Kane, leading a group of so-called elites from Class A. They deliberately blocked the entry and refused to let her in. "Naomi, I have a piece of advice for you. You should just hurry up and return to Class F! Don't stay here and wait till you're cast away!" "That’s right! You should just leave!" "Our class doesn’t welcome you!" As soon as Sherry was done speaking, her boyfriend Johnson immediately incited the rest of the students from Class A into opposing her. Clarissa stayed out of trouble by staying in the classroom. She propped her chin on her hand as she leisurely watched her classmates attacking Naomi. Finally,

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

“Mom, I am not making anything up. Miss Never is real!” “She was the one who put Doraemon on for us this afternoon!” A flare of anger shot through me. Did Miss Zinn not say she was switching to Tom and Jerry? The moment we got home, I pulled up the classroom surveillance footage. I wanted to see with my own eyes who was lying. The moment that blue robot cat holding the Memory Bread appeared on the TV screen, I completely lost it. I clipped the footage immediately and sent it to the class group, tagged Miss Zinn, and asked: [Miss Zinn, what is going on here?]

"Get your schedule, then find me at lunch. I'll show you the safe zones and the kill zones. Trust me, you'll need to know the difference." The woman behind the desk looks me up and down like I'm something stuck to her shoe. She hands me a schedule without a word, then dismisses me with a flick of her wrist. Welcome to elite education. First period is Advanced Literature. I slip into a seat in the back, hoping for invisibility. The teacher, an older man with kind eyes and wire-rimmed glasses, introduces me to the class. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us. Aria Hayes, please stand."

"You saw Xavier ask for time off, so now you're copying him? What is he, compared to you? He's lazy. He's a parasite. He's trash that even the dumpster wouldn't take. You're an elite I spent years shaping! "Tired, you say? Elites don't get tired. Elites should feel better the more they work. They should get more energized, not less." "Honey, tell me. What's our slogan?" she shouted. My body reacted instinctively. I snapped into a rigid stance and shouted back. "Good, better, and best. I'm the greatest!" Cassandra clapped, satisfied. "Good. Now, answer me. What are you going to do next?" Just then, the people nearby turned to stare.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

From her personality, she looks like a rich girl. "My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any names. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector. Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.

I wanted to see my classmates who were studying their notes, writing something on their papers, answering tests, reading books, and listening to our teachers' discussion. Nothing could stop me from going to school and doing everything I could to achieve my dreams. I understood that the power I had would not help me achieve my goals and might even endanger me. My beautiful teacher, Jayne Salvador, fixed her things on the desk. She carried them with both hands and walked towards the door. She opened it and got out of our classroom. My classmates hurriedly followed her outside. They were crowded at the door. I didn't know what they were thinking. What I only knew was that they seemed to be in a

“If everyone is quite finished, I’d love to start the class. Good. Welcome to Great American Authors 1500. I am Doctor Charlotte Wong, please call me Charlie.” As the professor began the class, laying out her syllabus for the semester, I couldn’t help but take small glances at Jace. He started off as a child on Disney channel, and grew his career into becoming an Oscar award winning actor. I knew he was around my age, but I could have never imagined that I’d be in college with him. I tried to focus on the class, but it was really hard considering the circumstances. As soon as the professor said that class was over, I let out a sigh of relief. I quickly packed my things in my bag, making sure