Classroom Of The Elite Genre Novels & Stories

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

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

‌ he adde‍d, v‍oice lowering, “which i⁠s kind of a b‍ig deal.” My⁠ stomach tightened. “Big how?” ‌Mi‌l‌es h‌e‍sitate‍d, then glanced toward the door like it might be listeni‌ng. “Dorm 3 is elite territory,” he said qu‍iet‍ly. “Mo‍st of the guys here are legacy stud‍ents. Old families, so‍ns o‍f donors and board memb⁠ers. People whose pa‌re‍nts have buildi‍ngs named after them.”

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

She began counting on her fingers as she explained: “We have the D-Class — those are the scholarship students. They’re very few, maybe three percent of the total population. Then comes the C-Class, the classic millionaires. Normally, their status wouldn’t grant them access here, but their parents could afford the tuition. Next is the B-Class — the multi-millionaires. They’re rich, but not rich enough to be considered part of the elite. After that, the A-Class — the billionaires, the true elites, sons and daughters of the world’s biggest fortunes. And finally, the S-Class — the ones who practically govern the world. They’re the children of the one percent, and there are only five of them in t

Seven years of disappearance only for him to appear again and expect me to come running into his arms like a little girl who has been awaiting the arrival of her father. Sitting down on the sofa, now relaxed, my eyes were glued to the TV drama going on. It was a movie about a high school for elites and rich kids where two students who come from an average background have to prove to them that not only the rich kids are privileged to have whatever they want. In the process and in between the ups and downs, the two students fall in love. As I popped a cheese ball into my mouth, I heard shuffled footsteps behind me, plus a strong smell of strawberry shampoo. My favorite kind of shampoo. What is

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

All she could think about what Hayden. Before Hayden had turned one, he was just like any other kid. He would occasionally cry and throw tantrums. However, once he had turned one, all the crying and tantrums had ceased. Avery could not even imagine what her son would look like if he were to cry. Hayden was willing to stay in the elite class because the elite class was not as rigid as the ordinary class. The elite class was taught using a curriculum that was tailored for child geniuses— which all the students were.