Classroom Of The Elite Kei Novels & Stories

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

I have to see Keith get used to it. "Ca, you go to class first, I'm going to go to the toilet for a while," Keith said, stopping his move in the second-floor branch. "I'll just wait for you," I said. Keith scratched his neck, he didn't immediately answer my words. "You go first, Ca." My shoulders dropped, with a heavy heart I nodded and walked in the opposite direction to Keith. "Jesya, did you pick up today?" Kimberly's screeching voice pierced my auditory senses as soon as I entered the classroom.

Maybe it's okay. After a while, the door to my condo opened again. I know it's Gio, is it easy for him or will it take me a long time to fix myself? I immediately came out of my room, I saw the beautiful shape of his body wearing a tuxedo. His former CEO was a CEO so I grinned. I approached him and fixed his tilted necktie. "My CEO is very busy," I complimented him. I felt him grab my waist and bring my body closer to him.

"And that's it for today, class. You can start your assignments while you wait for the bell." Kiersey dropped the marker and walked out of the classroom. Two girls appeared at her sides as she stepped into the hallway. One was a leggy white girl with chocolate wine hair and black eyes. She might only be sixteen and a sophomore, but she had the reasoning of an adult ten years older. She was Kiersey's favourite student in the eleventh grade Economics class. The other one was shorter and curvier and had hair of a lighter shade of red. A black American girl with the mirth and lively bubble of a Santa. She was also on the list of Kiersey's favourite students.

She’d caught us both staring at her like fucking idiots. “Her name’s Ellie. She’s so much sexier than the girl I was making out with before,” said Keelan, biting his finger seductively, and I started cracking up with laughter. Keelan went through a different girl everyday, and didn’t give two fucks about it. He was so laid back and unbothered, no wonder everybody called him a fuckboy. “You’re never satisfied, bro,” I laughed. We walked to our classroom and Ellie greeted us with a wide smile.

The return to the "Real World" playground was as jarring as a sudden waking from a fever dream. One second, Kaelen was standing in a violet-gold courtyard; the next, he was back on the asphalt of the Chicago elementary school, the sound of a distant police siren cutting through the air. Elara was still sitting beside him, her hand clutched in his, her green eyes wide with a look of pure, unadulterated "Participation."

I start to get up to go get seconds and Lil and Jena follow suit. “No wonder you came into Elite camp and didn’t struggle at all. We were all wondering.” Lil says and then looks shocked. “I mean, it’s not a secret, you’re small. It’s deceiving, cause you come out and beast mode everyone.” Lil says as we walk back towards the kitchen. I see Kevin out of the corner of my eye start to move like he is going to stand and I know he’s going to be like a five year old and try to take our seats.

"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.

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.