Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 1

"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

Catherine stuffed the last piece of pastry into her mouth, wiped her hands with a tissue, and stood up to head toward the classroom. "Class is about to start. Hurry up." Catherine's concern was greatly appreciated by Ronin. He nodded obediently, quickly tidied up, and assured Catherine, "Don't worry, Catherine. I won't be late." The first class was taught by the most famous professor in the university, Marshall Hartley. The EIE department students were eagerly waiting for Professor Hartley's class. When Catherine entered the classroom, it was already full of people. Her presence immediately caught everyone's attention. Her arrogant yet beautiful face was truly eye-catching. Coupled with the

Miller interrupted him. Class 11, that is, the students from the bottom of the grade, is specially prepared for the students who are behind but has connections. Yuri had a "gambling appointment" with Mrs. ye before and asked her to enter class 11 directly. She was about to speak when a magnetic male voice came from outside. "so arrogant." The three men turned around and found that a man appeared at the door of the office.

"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.

That wasn't my impending problem, so who cared. Shopping went by smoothly, and then I headed to Miranda and Cole's school to pick them up. By the time I got there, parents were already picking their children up from school. It was one of the mose prestigious schools in London, specially for the elite. It was literally called 'the Elites.' It's land mass was about five acres of land with an environment well suited to a school. The walls were painted with white paint that looked kind of glossy that it almost glistened in the sun. I could see Cole and Miranda sitting together with two other children. From the looks on their faces, they seemed to be talking about something very important. I walk

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m

"That's not the point." "It kind of is—" "It's not." She turns and pushes open the classroom door. "Come on." I file it away. Whatever history lives between Belle and Julian Anderson, it has roots. Deep ones. We walked into the classroom and headed for our seats. Students filter in around us, loud and easy, dropping into seats like they own them. Which, I suppose, most of them feel like they do. I'm barely settled, when a shadow falls over my desk. I recognized her immediately—Dina.

For a moment she simply stared. Confused. Disoriented. Impossible. The smell of smoke was gone.The pain had vanished. Instead she smelled books and chalk. "What..." The teacher glared at her. "Sleeping in class again?" The classroom burst into laughter. Elena looked around wildly. Young faces. School uniforms. Bright windows. A blackboard. Her breathing became uneven. Then she saw her hands. Small.Smooth.Young. Sixteen-year-old hands. "No..." A student whispered nearby. "Is she okay?"

And then “It was like someone had opened a magazine and he’d walked straight out of it. The girls looked breathless. Jade adjusted her hair. Even Cat leaned forward a little. Elara felt her stomach drop. No. Freaking. Way. The same motorcycle guy. Black leather jacket.Same tousled black hair. Same Confidence. He looked even taller now, framed by the doorway like a scene from a movie. This is Andrey Smith.Introduce yourself Andrey. HI,I'm Andrey and it's nice to meet y'all.Hope we get along. The whole class applauded. Every girl in the room was practically ogling him. Even Jade straightened in her seat. Except Elara. She just rolled her eyes. He scans the room. His gaze lands on her. Recognit

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.