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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.

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.

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

“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?”

"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."

“Don’t forget that literature class this afternoon.” I took the mug, the heat warm through the ceramic. “Thanks, Mrs. Elkins.” I sipped the dark, strong coffee. Introduction to Literature was the only class I could afford this summer. It felt small, but it was a start. A real step forward. The morning rush faded. I took a deep breath. The quiet moments were the best part. Peace. It felt solid, like a new piece of furniture in my life. I walked over to the paperback section, running my finger along the spines. My eyes caught two men seated at a corner table. They were talking low, a heavy, rough murmur.

"Extra cheese? We can have it delivered to the loading dock." Jennifer let out another peal of laughter, the sound echoing brightly against the heavy velvet walls. The contrast was utterly absurd: three of the most powerful people in Elysium, dressed in thousands of dollars of formal wear and silk ropes, hiding in a private room while a masquerade raged outside, plotting to order greasy takeout.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!

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

All the hurdles of the day had fallen backward. We didn't need the parking lot to alight. The driver drove straight to the entrance, and we got off and headed inside. The inside was the most eye-catching place I have ever seen. Comparing it to Elite was like comparing a stool and a chair. The walls are made of glass, aligned with what artists called gold plates, which was the opposite of Elite. Everyone was just docking their head to Mr. Philip as we passed, and I could help but wonder why they gave him such respect when he was not the Head of Classy Heels. “Lucas Dowell must be something more,” I thought to myself.