Classroom Of The Elite Genre Mga Nobela at Kwento

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

They’re the actors, walking into their parts without needing scripts. I pause just inside the doors, tray balanced in my hands, and let my eyes sweep across the room. The seating chart isn’t written down anywhere, but it might as well be engraved in stone. In the center sits the crown jewel: a long table where the most polished students laugh too loudly, toss their hair too perfectly, and check their phones with the kind of careless entitlement that comes from knowing your last name could buy someone else’s future. The Blackridge Elite. That’s what they’re called, though no one dares say it to their faces. You don’t need to. The way everyone else orbits around them says enough.

Around me, students moved through the hallway, some glanced in my direction as I curse under my breath while some whispered as the others openly stared. A horrible feeling begins to crawl up my spine very slowly and relentlessly because I knew exactly what the elite program was. Everyone did! We all pretend we don’t see it but we do just like how the school always hints on diversity but we know we scholarship kids are charity cases they don’t want. The elite academic track wasn’t just advanced coursework, It was Ravenshire’s inner circle club / class. Only filled with the best of the best and not academic wise but legacy students, billionaire heirs, future politicians, trust fund kids and fu

My brows furrowed. “I mean,” he continued, “look at it, Arden. Elite is the most prestigious academy in the country. Maybe even the continent. The facilities are state-of-the-art. The curriculum is intense, innovative, and powerful. It trains warriors, strategists, healers, scholars, and diplomats all under one roof. It produces the best of the best. We all came here because of that. Because everyone says this is the place where greatness is born.” He shook his head.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

"Okay if that's clear...oh yes you'll have to move up to S class in the second term. The principal of your high school agrees after the notes that your tutor sent him, you have the level to integrate this elitist class» I frowned, an S class? I never heard of it in high school, where does it come from? My mother probably understood that before she spoke. “Oh yes with everything you've been through lately, you haven't checked your high school forum. It was decided by the board of directors that it would be necessary to create a special class for each grade for the students who stand out from the lot, class S is made up of the best students of each class by grade. You are there too and tomorro

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

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