Classroom Of The Elite Year 2 Novels & Stories

The quiet one who stayed in her place and got bullied in high school because she was a nerd and the youngest kid around. She let out a dry chuckle, lifting her glass. “I’ll be here,” she said calmly, her eyes locking into mine, “when your heart gets shattered, Maya.” “It’s only a matter of time before you become nothing to him.”

She doesn't deserve this treatment. 'I didn't even start plotting my counterattack yet!' "Ugh. What Keelan said was true! You're a boring opponent." He rolled his eyes before turning around. "I'll be late in class so I'll let you off. I don't want my ranking shot off like yours in no time." "Ranking?" Jana watched the guy disappear. "Vivien, plot summary. Now." This mission was set on the year 2046 in a school named Augustus Middle High. There's a peculiar leap to the student's activities in this time. It was something she's not familiar with. The student's value in the school depends on their rank.

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

It will be better if father never comes home. I decided to wait out the morning in the room where my first class– History, is held. The room is beside August’s first class and my heart raced in thinking of the possibility she got there early as well. It was impossible I know, but that didn’t stop me from walking way too fast only to peek in her classroom to see if she was there.

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

THIRD POV PAST. In a prestigious educational institute, nineteen year old Annalise was in her senior year. Living her life to the fullest. Her Father was a teacher there so she got her admission there as well. “Elise!” A screeching sound called her when her classmate ran to her. “What?!” Annalise was resting on the bench, her face covered with her hands. The center of attention of her class, the type of person everyone wanted to befriend.

’ Layla sighed as she stepped into the classroom that they had walked into. Her head bowed on instinct as eyes flickered to her. ‘You can do this. They’re students just like the others.’ She swallowed a lump in her throat, walking to a seat at the back as they dissected her from head to toe like a science specimen. Her legs trembled as if they wanted to run and leave her there. Who was she kidding? They weren’t like other students. They were the elite, the one percent of the one percent. The powerful aura that vibrated off them couldn’t be compared with all the classes she had gone to combined, and they were just five apart from Nyssa and Zayne.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.