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In a way it does. Eli sets Jonah down gently. His hands are old again. Spotted. Veined. He hides them in his sleeves, but Lyana sees anyway and her fierce expression softens. “Grandpa Eli, you can sit in the new classroom,” she says. “It has chairs that grow to fit you.” Eli smiles, and for a second his face flickers younger, then settles back to old. “I would like that.” The first classroom is the bark-walled building Sky grew last week, chalkboards smooth as river stone. The second one does not exist yet. That is the point.

Tina snapped. "She looks like she's about to pass out." Chloe nodded immediately. "Please let us stay with her." The assistant glanced toward Professor Voss. Obviously expecting him to refuse. Instead, Voss lifted a hand. "Let them stay." The assistant immediately backed off. The room emptied completely a few moments later. The door closed. Silence settled over the classroom. Now only six people remained. Professor Voss. His two assistants. Me. Tina. And Chloe. The atmosphere somehow felt worse than before.

It is not so much jealousy, probably more recognition and longing. I check the clock. In a little while, students will spill out from their classes, so it is too late to sneak into the class. Instead I go down to the canteen and get a cup of coffee. From my usual seat at the outcast table I have a perfect view of the big room, and I see it immediately when Luca rounds the corner with the rest of the Elite. As usual Julie is not far away from him and I have to watch as they talk and laugh together.

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

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.

Geez, why is he bent on making this difficult" Morgan muttered... ............................................................................. EAST HIGH SCHOOL Junior High Building Junior Year Three Class Michelle (Elle) and Isabel as been looking gloomy since both of them arrived at school in the morning... Kelvin, Warren, and most especially, Theo as been trying to pinpoint what happened that can make both of them quiet in the class..... Even the class noticed their quietness because the class is somehow bored. After all, since Elle was back, the class has become more interesting..... "Do you know what is wrong with Elle and Isabel?" Kelvin asked Theo "No, I don't know" Theo shrugged

Lucy and Elizabeth seemed to be much more interested in the low-key note passing happening between them. When class ended I was approached by Bella, a girl at the table next to me. She was friendly and asked me where I had transferred from, and what class I had for sixth period. When I explained that I had Trigonometry, she excitedly told me that she had the same class. While Bella waved goodbye and told me she would see me in Trigonometry, I packed my things up. Levi was waiting in the front of the room, with a few papers in his hands.

Let's go together after the class ended . Elina knew few of her classmates already got their money from their shares and few already bought new cars that of course a bit eye catching especially Mark . She heard from Lilian ,he got almost a billion profit from his investment and the shares he bought. He bought the new black Bugatti Veyron and indeed it's very eye catching especially to the young boys .

I couldn't care less about the junior students who seemed intimidated by my presence. As I turned to walk away, a flier descended from above, obscuring my vision for a moment. I removed it from my face and was about to dismiss it when something caught my eye. The flier featured a picture of me with the six dance boys on one side and a photo of me with the school's six precious gems on the other. The headline was bold and attention-grabbing: 'Ashley Young, the new transferee to Elite, playing around with twelve senior boys at Elite High School. Who will be her next target?'

"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.