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The late afternoon sun shone gently through the tall windows of Rosewood Elite Class, a place for the best students and children from rich families. The walls were cream colored and shiny, with gold decorations and fancy moldings. The furniture looked like it belonged in a five star hotel well polished wood with glass tops, soft leather chairs in royal blue, and long velvet curtains in light blue. Each desk had a screen built into the wood for private reading and lessons. A small but elegant chandelier hung in the middle of the room, casting a warm light over the students sitting in neat rows.

The day of Eli's final review, I could barely sit still. I had two classes that morning. I went to both of them. I took notes that I did not remember writing. I answered a question in my seminar and the professor nodded, so I must have said something right. But my mind was across campus, in the architecture building, where Eli was standing in front of a panel of professors and defending months of work. He had not texted me since the night before. Tomorrow at ten. I am terrified.

LUTON PREP BOARDING SCHOOL MANHATTAN 11 YEARS AGO, TWO WEEKS BEFORE SPRING BREAK AND THE BENOIT AND DALTON CAR CRASH. “You’re late Elsida,” Professor Muton raises his eyebrow as she steps into the classroom. Students snicker and mumble incoherent words as she stalks to the only empty seat situated in front of the classroom. Her leg skids to a stop when she notices the occupant of the seat next to hers. Julien’s head is bowed, oblivious to the murmurs around him. His gaze rooted to the phone in his hands.

I stare out my window watching the clouds go by pondering on just how much my life is about to change. Hi, I’m Nova, I’m from the Black Diamond pack, I’m 17 and the youngest person to be accepted into Winter Gardens Academy. Usually it would only ever be a dream to be accepted into this college, it’s reserved for the elites in our world. Yet all because of one meeting to help our Alpha negotiate with neighbouring packs again I was noticed. Yes, I slipped up and I didn’t mean to say out loud what the other Alpha was thinking I am only ever meant to mind link our Alpha, Alpha Mark, what the others in the room are thinking. I caught the eye of the Sapphire Pack’s elder, he noticed it the most a

(COLORED THREADS) “NICE to finally meet you all, Elites.” The heavy, but not a dark atmosphere is looming over the entire classroom of the Elites. With the presence of the seventh student and the member of the prestigious paranormal club and group Blood Class. The tension is seeping right in, where a bit of mix-and-match emotions are circling into each one’s mind. “Everyone, from now on, Arthur will be part of the class and along the paranormal club of Blood Class.”

Glenn to get a new desk, a computer, and two monitors. ​I sat down with my legs crossed as I logged in immediately. ​“Let's find out why you're being adored by the Carters.” I bit my fingernail before doing some digging, and then I came across Williams's early life. ​The Elites: a school for the rich. ​Rosetta also attended the same school. I tried to remember, but I couldn't access some of her memories. ​While staring at the pictures of the school, my eyes caught something familiar.

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.

“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.

I busy myself reading a book on my kindle app. When there are about two minutes left before class begins, that familiar electric charge strikes my skin. Glancing at the door, I find Alessandro striding in, clutching his notebook and pen, marching straight to his desk at the back of the classroom. He pays no attention to the students trying to strike up a conversation with him, just leans back and folds his arms across his chest. Then his eyes flick to me.

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"