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They will officially join Class 1-1 tomorrow. Class 1-1. The elite class. The shark tank where every student has a Purity rating of 90% or higher. The comment section is already exploding. Most of the replies are from upperclassmen who are clearly slacking off during lectures. I scroll past the gossip and focus on the user levels. The loudest voice in the thread belongs to a Level 5 user. [God of War - Bore]: Which one of the newbies is the Death God? Stop hiding. Come out and fight me to the death!

He unlocks the classroom and enters, me trailing close behind. Henry and Daniel step in too. I definitely don't want to be close to Henry, so I nearly run into Aiden's back. His now familiar classroom comes into view. For the first time, I have a quick glance. I've never been in a male classroom before, and the sight intrigues me. It all looks very professional. Shelves filled with law books. Marble statues of Lady Justice. Quotes about order and balance line the walls in silver lettering. The floor is carpeted black, unlike the sleek marble in the rest of the school.

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

The elite class for young prodigies that Hayden attends at Central University was unlike any other ordinary elementary school. No matter how much money Avery had, she would not be able to enroll Layla there. Besides, Layla did not want to join an elite class anyway. She could not understand anything that Hayden was learning about, nor did she have any interest in it. When Mike led Layla out of the house and saw Elliot's car, he immediately froze in his tracks. Elliot's driver opened up the trunk to the car and brought out Mrs. Cooper's suitcases.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

What a jerk. Instead, I dodge around him and rush to the safety of the back of the class. Hannah follows and takes the seat next to me. Lina and Charlotte hurry to the front, sitting up straight like they’re ready to ace the class. The irony—those two fail every subject except this one. Meanwhile, it’s the only class I can’t pass. "While Norali prays for better grades, I hope the rest of you did your homework," Mr. Adkins says as the class sits down. He sits down at his own desk as he opens his laptop and looks us over. He casually avoids my gaze entirely.

I asked for notes and she let me know the devastating news. “What? You mean there's no way to get notes?” I asked. She shook her head, “Sadly. Elites resume first, then people who paid to get in and then scholarship students.” She sighed. “I don't even have all the notes. I missed two weeks worth of class, and you missed…” “One month.” I completed with a scoff of disbelief. This was ridiculous. “What about the teachers? Can't we get notes from them?” She laughed bittterly. “Oh please, the teachers are puppets. They only care about the elites anyway. Only few of them are different. One might get lucky enough to meet them.” She explained.

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.

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m