Classroom Of The Elite Novels Novels & Stories

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.

My hips swayed in motion, my body pressed against the rose, my legs spread wide apart like an athlete. A soft murmuring spread across the room, I was in an earpiece on the left side so I couldn't pick the words easily but still I focused my undivided attention on my craft pouring my all into it. The Elite club 0.2 isn't just the regular clubs with VIP in attendance and a few men who just started touching funds. The club is meant for the old money kind of CEOs, the ones born and bred in wealth and affluence, the men who never had to chase anything all their life because all they needed to do was snap a finger and all they wanted would be set on a table before them.

"What?" "Stop getting lost, go clean up, we have to go down for breakfast." She conveyed and I rolled my eyes. "And don't forget that you're having class by eleven." She added and the urge to cry choked me. The classes were just extra classes organized by some top-ranking students in the school and by top-ranking, I mean both in money, connection, and in the brain. They call themselves elites and if I gain their favor with my hard work, it's a plus in getting the scholarship.

Avery was silently shrieking as she gazes upon the interior of the lobby. "Splendid! The designers did an outstanding job this school year!" Aric agreed with his twin, Leath just gave a plain look. In her mind, no matter how regal-looking their school is, it's still a school of rich spoiled brats. Calling them Elites are a bit of an exaggeration

--- 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.

She explained. We couldn't say anything more before the door opened and students, elites started pouring in, heading to the front seats. Huh? Obviously they came to class whenever they liked. I was going to ask Patty about that before the door opened again and a teacher walked in. He looked scared, like he wanted to be anywhere else. He was scared of the elites, I realized. He had to be a bottom elite. Layla talked about them. They were the least rich ones in Upper Class society and had little to no authority or control over the others.

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.

I asked excitedly, starting to walk alongside Victor. "Depending on how your mental, physical and spiritual energy is," Victor replied, letting me get into the elevator first. I nodded, and we chatted some more, and then he left me in front of the classroom. Skyler and Sebastian were there, waiting for me to go to class. I honestly thought I was going to enjoy the class, but it was very boring because Skyler soon showed me the first book that told me about the houses, but it's very boring, there are bibliographies, as well as lots of names and lots of different titles, changing titles in between.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

“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.