Classroom Of The Elite Rating Novels & Stories

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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

"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.

While Class Steorra runs in the second have 94 points and our Class Sage has mere 55 points quite a huge difference in scores. Sora and the other student with earring were sitting in the VIP seats near the announcer with quite a clear view on the field. And his alluring eyes and his lips that arching upward are roguishly looking at the area where the class Sages are, looking at Zitrey with that circuitous smile.

– A male student bangs his hand against the table and says. Am I not right? Have you seen the school rankings? Phoebe Robert ranks first in school, you know? Top 1 of all schools!” “You say that because of Phoebe Robert, you're out of rankings? You just said right, May, the stupidest student in this class even wants to be ranked as a school.” “I feel like a bunch of idiots, and the rating of this class is all Phoebe Robert's. It's hard to understand, but it's okay that before I became a teacher I had to learn a lot to talk to the ignorant.”

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.

The room was a masterclass in minimalist luxury – dark wood, supple leather, and state-of-the-art technology seamlessly integrated into the elegant design. Malik sat at a massive, polished desk, a sleek laptop open before him. On the screen, a crystal-clear CCTV footage played. It was the office, the scene of Elara's humiliation. He watched, his jaw tight, as Sebastian's enraged face filled the frame, Elara's desperate pleas almost audible even without sound. He saw the shocked faces of their co-workers, frozen in disbelief. He saw the harsh slap that echoed through the silent video, followed by the cruel thrust of the divorce papers into Elara's trembling hands. He watched her crumple, her

"Elite, can I get there soon?" “Yup,” Inara chirped, way too cheerful for someone talking about supernatural death traps. “It's just that to be an Elite isn’t just hard, it’s basically impossible. Only a handful ever make it, most people stay stuck in the lower ranks or get weeded out and by weeded out, I mean dead, broken, or eaten. Or worse made someone's magical punching bag.” “Charming.” I rubbed my face. “So much for orientation shit and ‘meet your dorm-mates’ bingo.”

Lawrence, and finally, they came here to raid his office. Everyone in the class clapped their hands and cheered for Thea. Mr. Yates was so excited and proud that one of his students had cracked the toughest question paper he had ever seen and that too, with 100% accuracy. It was as if he found a gem among the pebbles. Thea just smiled back. Jack and the other students were stunned after looking at the question paper. They all stared at Thea and found her rising above them all in just a second with a divine light surrounding her.

The people sitting in this restaurant were people from the highest Elite class in the society. Country A is a country divided by different classes. The elite, the middle class and then the poor. Each of these classes is also subdivided. In the Elite class they have the rich, the wealthy and then the top elite class which consist of the country's number one citizens that are powerful and multi-wealthy. These ones are not quickly recognized. People know they exist, they don’t purchase luxury goods like the wealthy, whatever you see them put on are never worn by anyone else.