Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Read

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

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?"

’ Layla sighed as she stepped into the classroom that they had walked into. Her head bowed on instinct as eyes flickered to her. ‘You can do this. They’re students just like the others.’ She swallowed a lump in her throat, walking to a seat at the back as they dissected her from head to toe like a science specimen. Her legs trembled as if they wanted to run and leave her there. Who was she kidding? They weren’t like other students. They were the elite, the one percent of the one percent. The powerful aura that vibrated off them couldn’t be compared with all the classes she had gone to combined, and they were just five apart from Nyssa and Zayne.

He is not some rich CEO, but he is the best dad in the world. My heart swelled at her simple, heartfelt words. "This is beautiful, sweetie." She nibbled her pen. "The teacher is going to read the best essays at the conference. I'm a little nervous." "You wrote from the heart," I said, smiling. "Just be yourself, and you'll shine." At the next parent-teacher conference, I met Sophie's new teacher, a kind woman in her mid-thirties who cared deeply for her students. "Sophie is such a bright, thoughtful girl," Adeline Sparks said. "I can tell she's growing up in a loving home."

" Those words hit like a stone thrown into water. Our classmates immediately chimed in. "Exactly! Yesterday, Naomi even asked me to help double-check the timeline of the browsing records. She was worried she might've missed something. She didn't let us help gather evidence at all!" "I can back that up, too. Cecily went through Naomi's books in the classroom when Naomi was in the restroom." "I still have her chat messages on my phone. A few days ago, she told me, 'Naomi takes financial aid but hangs around rich kids. She doesn't deserve it.' And now, she's trying to deny it?"

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."

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

Naomi arched her brow nonchalantly to see Sherry and her boyfriend, Johnson Kane, leading a group of so-called elites from Class A. They deliberately blocked the entry and refused to let her in. "Naomi, I have a piece of advice for you. You should just hurry up and return to Class F! Don't stay here and wait till you're cast away!" "That’s right! You should just leave!" "Our class doesn’t welcome you!" As soon as Sherry was done speaking, her boyfriend Johnson immediately incited the rest of the students from Class A into opposing her. Clarissa stayed out of trouble by staying in the classroom. She propped her chin on her hand as she leisurely watched her classmates attacking Naomi. Finally,

I love puzzles especially when it came in the form of measly humans. I checked my watch for the third time. "Oh bored already?!" She giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not that high maintenance." I said nothing, my phone buzzed. Thank God. It was Levi, one of the few people I tolerated. A single message with a video file attached. "Watch this now!" His text screamed like a matter of urgency. My brows creased in question. I tapped it open, already half done with this date. The moment the video loaded, I stopped breathing.