Romans & histoires Classroom Of The Elite Read

"Get your schedule, then find me at lunch. I'll show you the safe zones and the kill zones. Trust me, you'll need to know the difference." The woman behind the desk looks me up and down like I'm something stuck to her shoe. She hands me a schedule without a word, then dismisses me with a flick of her wrist. Welcome to elite education. First period is Advanced Literature. I slip into a seat in the back, hoping for invisibility. The teacher, an older man with kind eyes and wire-rimmed glasses, introduces me to the class. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us. Aria Hayes, please stand."

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

CALEB I waited ten minutes into the lecture before pushing the heavy wooden doors open.I walked past my usual row, marched straight down to the very front of the theatre, and pulled out a chair. I sat down, slung my arms back, and stared at him. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Foster," Eliot murmured. "Traffic was brutal, Professor," I replied smoothly, a dark smile tugging at my lips. "Don't let me interrupt." For the next fifty minutes,my eyes were never off him. Every time Eliot faced the class, my gaze was waiting. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept snapping back to me.

" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing. Mr. Jefferson pushed up his glasses but didn't speak. I just smiled and walked up to the front, got onto the podium, and grabbed a piece of chalk, twirling it in my hand. "Well? Or do you not dare to do it? Afraid you'll embarrass yourself for losing to a 17-year-old brat like me? "I'm telling you that I've disliked you for a very long time. The country's resources are limited, yet they're all controlled by old folks like you.

It was the first good thing to happen to her since she set foot in this academy. Watching Brandon squirm made her entire morning feel significantly better. Shortly after, the first professor walked into the room. It was a standard, boring theory session. The teacher stood at the front, reading off slides in a monotonous voice, completely unbothered by the fact that half the class wasn't even paying attention. Many of the wealthy students were whispering among themselves, checking their phones, or doodle-sketching in their notebooks. Typical rich kids, Elara thought, rolling her eyes inwardly.

No one mentioned the gala. No one mentioned the diary. Their careful avoidance said enough. Elara quietly took her usual seat near the window in the classroom as her thoughts drifted to whatever happened in the gala. She didn’t feel herself. Someone who loved coming to school, didn't want to arrive today. Atleast before, the school was a peaceful escape for her, from the home where she wasn't valued. But now, it felt more like a torture as people were seeing her with suspicious eyes. Even her seat, doesn't feel like hers. Everything felt different.

I got up and walked out of the door. … Classroom of the witches. Keller sat on her desk going through a text book. The curriculum of the humans had been added so they won't have to attend the school of the humans afterwards. The afternoon was going fine until the textbook hot yanked away. When she looked up, she stared into the blue eyes of a female. "I was reading that but since you want it as well, I guess I'll have to find another one." Keller muttered and reached under her desk to take out another textbook.

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.

I muttered some words of prayer to the Moon goddess to save me as she's always done, just as she's saved me from the mass destruction of my Pack years ago, leaving me as the only survivor. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, Mr Clark's cologne filled the office and I walked towards the table. “I received your email sir.” I told him and was surprised at how professional I sounded instead of a helpless shaky voice in trouble. “Yes Miss Smith, please have a seat” He tells me jovialy and I relaxed a bit before sitting down. His office was something made out of rich cedar and splash of silver. That's the thing about Elite Celestial Royal Academy, the school wasn't just beautiful, it wa

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said. "Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion. She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'