Classroom Of The Elite Reviews Novels & Stories

"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.

"The heck he needs it. He's always been a freak. I sat next to him for three years, and he'd nap in class every day, scribble on tests, and somehow end up as the top student in the entire grade." "Really?" "What are you guys discussing? Sounds intriguing. Mind if I join the conversation?" Jadie entered the classroom, holding a book. The once lively atmosphere took an abrupt downturn. Madelyn replied, "We were just talking about our assignments. What brings you here early?" Jadie settled into a seat beside Madelyn and clarified, "They're using our classroom for a movie scene. I picked up your backpack. Please check if anything's missing." Madelyn accepted it gratefully and said, "Thanks, Jadi

Wang Bong smiling while waving her hand. Meanwhile, Mrs. Grizelda was glaring at the class with her hawk eyes. Her eyes instantly felt to the crowded second bench in the second row, where Elena was squeezed to death in the center. “Why did our engineer bothered to make such huge classrooms with so many comfy benches when everyone wanted to sit like a squeezed lemon!” said Mrs. Grizelda with a deep regretful sigh. “Go away already before Mrs. Grizelda gets angry!” Elena whispered while nudging Liam and Sky in frustration.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

"I'd heard that he was a notorious mama's boy, and everyone knew about it. He even needs his mom to help him shower and pull his underwear on!" "The problem is that his grades are really good. The university even said that he was a genius who only appeared once every 30 years." "So what if he was a genius if this is the way he acts? He's disgusting!" Class had already ended by the time I returned to the lecture hall. I strode back to my seat leisurely, and the reporter immediately shoved his camera in my face. "Mr. Shawn Larson! Why did you behave like that in class just now?" I chuckled dismissively. "Because it was nothing but a waste of my time.

“Just as many explosions, not as much fucking latex and stupid plot holes.” “Yeah, sounds good. I like explosions too.” Colin stared at me. “‘I like explosions too’? Newt, are you high or something? Did that class this morning break your brain?” I forced a smile, forced my hands not to fidget, forced myself to answer. “Nah, they were fine. First class after midterms. No one showed up anyway, so I basically told myself and three overachievers a bunch of stuff we all knew already.”

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

Eighty. When the class ended and the room emptied almost immediately as students gathered their bags and moved toward the doors, Elara lingered. She watched Adrian pack his papers, his movements precise, deliberate, and she waited, heart thrumming, for the moment she’d been rehearsing in her mind since receiving her grade. “Professor Moore?” she asked, her voice slightly tight, almost betraying her nerves. He glanced up, a faint smile brushing his lips. “Yes, Elara. Everything okay?”

Chloe immediately walked to her classroom. She would rather not allow Elijah any time to question her about Leonidas and their long-past relationship. She felt his intense gaze on her as soon as she crossed the room. Even with the students being rowdy and running around, the atmosphere inside the classroom felt more welcoming than the world outside.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.