Classroom Of The Elite Volume 12 Novels & Stories

Luckily, the next day she had no classes, so she grabbed her schedule from the front desk, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and went out for some shopping. Grand Elite Academy was on the outskirts of the main city and was surrounded by small towns. Innessa bought some fake vines, fairy lights, and some double-sided sticky tape. On her way back, she had an iced latte. Stepping inside her room, she removed her shoes, placed them aside, and padded inside barefoot. She checked her banking app once before she got to work.

"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.

No one informed me about this. As I finish my food one of the MIB went out of hiding and said "Miss Ella we can pack up your stuff. So you can go to your next class." I thank him and ungracefully stand up. I slung my messenger bag and went to my last class. My last class is like an auditorium. It's big. Slowly students are trinkling inside the room. The professor entered and he introduced himself as Professor Anderssen. He gave us a pop quiz to see how extensive our knowledge in Algebra.

I love puzzles especially when it came in the form of measly humans. I checked my watch for the third time. "Oh bored already?!" She giggled. "Don't worry, I'm not that high maintenance." I said nothing, my phone buzzed. Thank God. It was Levi, one of the few people I tolerated. A single message with a video file attached. "Watch this now!" His text screamed like a matter of urgency. My brows creased in question. I tapped it open, already half done with this date. The moment the video loaded, I stopped breathing.

Chris slipped his gloves off and chucked them into the trash, before washing his hands thoroughly. That was when one of his colleagues came in with a parcel. "Captain, here's a parcel from Misty." Chris paused for a second, as his cold aura became even stronger. "Just throw out everything from her, no need to tell me." The colleague sighed, but he couldn't help speaking, "Are you still angry? Captain, that incident wasn't her fault. She was a victim, too." As he spoke, he reached to unwrap the parcel, before he gasped. "What a pretty portrait! Shouldn't have expected any less from Misty, honestly. This is probably a birthday gift from her, so take it."

At that moment, I felt it clearly. Leonard was even bigger than my husband. If I had not held back with all my strength, I would have cried out in fear. I felt him trying to go further. I knew I could not let this continue. I quickly grabbed Leonard's wandering hand and said in a low, rough whisper, "Please stop, sir. I'm Quinn Clarke. I'm your daughter's teacher. We've met before." When he heard that, he froze. He probably never imagined that the woman he was freely taking advantage of was actually his daughter's homeroom teacher.

Without the core encryption key, that system would not last three minutes in a code-combat test. I took a cab to the airport and sat in the waiting area, watching planes lift into the sky beyond the window. My phone stayed quiet. Victor was probably still basking in the joy of thinking he was about to win a billion-dollar contract. He had no time to bother with me. I opened my tablet and logged into the internal livestream of the bidding venue. On the screen, Sophie was standing onstage, speaking smoothly through the PowerPoint. Victor sat in the first row below, gazing at her with admiration.

I'm not going to lie, telling him all of my current drama is fun. "Really?" The man perks up and is on the edge of his seat. I turn to him with a gleeful grin. I have mentioned Jake to Dr. Khumalo, and he has his own opinions about the man. "Yeah, it's crazy. In the middle of my lesson, there was this huge commotion. I mean, it was loud. Naturally, I wanted to know what was going on. I tell the class that we will take a good seven-minute break as I go out to investigate. Trust me, nothing would have prepared me when I open the door. The moment I do, about three or four policemen begin storming down the hallway,"

was quickly proving to be a psychological battlefield. "It's too heavy, Elias," Clara sighed, throwing her pencil down with a sharp clatter that echoed in the quiet room. She rubbed her temples, where a tension headache was beginning to bloom like a dark flower. "That steel mezzanine looks like an industrial cage. This is a children's reading area, a place for imagination and soft light, not a high-security prison or a warehouse for car parts."

The classroom was silent, the only sound the soft rustling of papers and the creaking of chairs. Pearl's bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as she listened to Mr. Daniel's explanation. Her slender, delicate features were set in a thoughtful expression, her long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a rich, chestnut waterfall. She was the only one in the class who seemed to sense the underlying tension in Mr. Daniel's words, her eyes narrowing slightly as she picked up on the hint of deception.