Classroom Of The Elite Test Novels & Stories

Mira appreciated again and Elena smiled. “You have said thank you for over hundred times now Mira, snap out of it.” Mira chuckled and gave Elena a back hug as they made their way out of the cafeteria to the lecture room. “The test result is out Elena.” Grey the assistant class representative said as they walked in and Elena flashed him a smile. “Thank you. I will check it out.” They walked past him and took a seat, Elena and Mira reached out to their laptop, the school had presented it to them, for E-course and they most times get their result there.

They were all a bunch of hypocrites. “Those Elites can be stupid times. Sometimes, I wonder if they are to be called Elites. If you check the brilliant students in the school, they are all Omegas. Elites only reach the top because their parents are ready to bribe their way through. They disgust me.” Noah rolled his eyes. “I know right, they are a bunch of fools.” Lily supported his words.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test. After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal. My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?" My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month." My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face. He looks at me in disgust and says, "Your parents have been working out of town for three years, and you still can't

“I can’t wait! Let’s ace this test” The test questions were given and the class went silent, everyone’s eyes fixated on the test paper, Annelise had read all night, she had covered significant topics of the course, but once she got the test questions, her mind got distracted again, she wondered what could be going on at the condo, what Cassius and Vespera were possibly doing. “Are you finding the questions difficult?” Beau whispered discreetly and Annelise shook her head, all she needed was to calm her mind and read the questions properly.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

“And I hope Mr. Smithy won't think about his secret lover today.” Aaron’s ears turned red immediately but he still didn't look up. “Can we just get this over with?” I asked, taking out my pen from my bag. Professor Robin faced me. “Sure… but then remember that if any of you failed this test, the whole class will retake the test.” We nodded once. Then, he handed each of us a copy of the makeup test. "You have just twenty minutes." The room fell silent almost immediately. I read the first question.

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.

I am completely, utterly cooked. The reality hit me like a physical blow to the jaw. Hale had given our final-year class the exact same test questions she had handed to these first-year students, using it as a metric to measure our core comprehension. I stared at the flawless, structured words and drawings Elowen had composed.