Classroom Of The Elite Volume 6 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

“At ease citizen. Ronaldo Tiago-Villalobos. He was registered as present in the facility as of 0900 hours. Where is he” “S-s-Sir” the desk clerk stammers, nervously cupping her hands as she does so “I’m not allowed to divulge information on the studen--” “Citizen!” H-6 cracked, he read the clerk’s nameplate “I am an Arbiter of the Court. Ms. Candice, I am authorized to extract information in the interest of protecting the citizens of this city. Is my badge dirty?” the desk clerk gave H-6 a very solid blank stare before she apologized and requested a list of scheduled classes from records. Initially hesitant to give her the data, but a quick camera feed of H-6’s blank scowl got things rolling

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.

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

“She is your bodyguard?! She looks like a supermodel! So beautiful.” I smirked a little, shaking my head. “Do not let her looks fool you.” Just as I said that, I noticed two guys from our class walking down the stairs of the gallery-style classroom, heading straight for Patricia. They paused at her desk, one of them draping his arm casually over his friend’s shoulder as they hovered next to her.

"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 matter how much Gary appreciated Elliot's ability, Elliot was still an outsider, and he could not be trusted like one could trust one's own son. "By the way, have you found the hacker who hacked your phone?" Gary asked. "Not yet... That hacker sure is something. I've found a couple of skilled experts but none of them have managed to crack it." Christopher was worried but remained composed as he did not want his father to think of him a coward. "Don't worry, Father. I will avoid going out for the next few days. Nothing will happen to me." "I'm not worried about you," Gary paused for a few moments before continuing, "I remember that Hayden Tate is a genius. I heard an elite college made an

Twenty-Six - Daniel King’s POV – “Everyone! Sit down!” It was Mrs. Onevic’s voice that made the whole class quiet, as she was walking towards the teacher’s table. Though few of my classmates were still chatting and walking towards their sits, she continued, “Congratulations, graduates for your hard work.” She paused as she glanced at everyone with a smile, “All of you passed the 4th quarter.”

Kent clears her throat like she’s about to ruin a life “Ellie... and Carter.” My stomach drops The whole class hums like it’s been waiting for this plot twist Carter glances at me, smirking a predator amused by fate’s generosity I sink lower in my seat “I think the system’s broken,” I mutter but Mrs. Kent’s already moved on So that’s that me and Carter trapped together in the academic version of hell --- After class, I gather my things slow, hoping he’ll leave first he doesn’t he lingers by the door, leaning against the frame like he owns it