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My student profile stared back at me. Everything about my life carefully outline, my Name, Year, Academic standing, Course load. Everything looked normal until I reached the class schedule section. Then my heart stopped. Advanced Literature (Elite Senior Program), Advanced Economics (Elite Senior Program), Political Theory (Elite Senior Program), Advanced History (Elite Senior Program), Advanced Ethics (Elite Senior Program), I read the list once, my eyes almost blurring words in front of me as I stare right back again. Then again, then a third time. Surely the words would rearrange themselves into something sane.

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.

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.

His eyes locked onto me immediately, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Miss Bennett, you’re late,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Come to the front. We were just discussing themes of submission in classic literature. Perhaps you can help demonstrate.” My heart raced as I walked to the front of the class, feeling every eye in the room on my barely-covered body. Twenty elite students, mostly rich, dominant men, watched with hungry interest. “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of his desk without being told. “How would you like me to demonstrate?”

Replied Nox he stood up from his chair and walked to the front of the class. After Mr. Kyle had chosen the class leader, he chose the vice-president of the class. Mr. Kyle thinks that being vice-president of the class is the second rank of the entrance exam. Then, he saw the list on the paper he was carrying. "Ah, it's bad! I'm the one who got hit again!" murmured Evelina. Rissa hears Evelina's words and says that she believes she will be fine and that Evelina has been used to arranging her friends since she was from elementary school. Evelina took a deep breath. "All right," Evelina said with a smile.