Classroom Of The Elite Episode 1 の小説・ストーリー

“Your room for your first class is on the second floor. The same goes for the others. Just make sure you get the room numbers right before entering, okay?” “Thanks. See you around.” “Nice Chanel bag, by the way.” Celine nodded and smiled cheerfully and carried on. —— As she reached the second floor, all the new students swarm up in the hallway. Everyone is getting to know each other. She continued walking until she found Room 204. Her classmates were outside, waiting for their professor. A petite girl approached her and said, “You’re the girl who’s riding the luxury car, right?” Celine smiled and introduced herself. “Hi. I’m Celine Mendez. Nice to meet you.”

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.

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

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.

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

he whispers. Before I can reply, the movie starts. And I’m grateful for it, because I did, in fact, cry every time I watched the movie, but I refuse to give him that kind of ammunition. The opening scenes fill the room as everyone settles in, and the lights dim further, casting the classroom in a soft glow from the screen. For the first few minutes, we actually behave. We watch and take notes like the rest of the class, until Tyler decides he’s over it.

he said and vanished down the next hall without looking back to make sure I followed him. I trailed along behind him, as I wasn't going to walk the last bit alone. When we reached the doorway of the classroom, Eli stopped. He looked over my shoulder, and his lips closed in a hasty "snap" that made my stomach fall. I didn't have to look to know who was standing behind me. I took my seat quietly without looking around. Eyes were heavier when you looked back at them, and I'd already been burdened enough on my shoulders. The room was warmer than the hall, the heat of too many bodies mixed with the smell of pencil shavings and dry markers. The teacher was still gathering her belongings, which lef

Carey said. I stepped closer, my voice low and sharp. "You swore on your honor as a teacher?" She swallowed hard. "I..." "Tell me," I pressed, "does a real teacher turn a blind eye when a student is bullied? Favor kids based on their parents' wealth? Take bribes to let one child run wild?" Her face went ashen. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Maybe it's the fact that I'm no longer just Evangeline. I'm Lunara too. History class starts like any other day. Mr. Peterson drones on about ancient wars while most students check their phones under their desks. I sit in my usual spot at the back, taking notes and trying to focus on anything except the memories of yesterday's humiliation. The classroom door opens twenty minutes into the lesson. Celeste walks in like she owns the place. She doesn't knock. Doesn't apologize for interrupting. Just glides through the doorway with Madison, Sarah, and Emma trailing behind her like loyal shadows.