Classroom Of The Elite Year 2 Novels & Stories

I’m sorry to say this, but a moment from now they’ll regret the second our eyes met. The classes ran smoothly. The elites were active in class. They were like boulders of meteors falling from the sky and killing everything that they land on. With their intelligence, no one would think that they could do any form of immorality. Even though I know the answers, I remained quiescent. I spent my time observing. It’s a bother to show-off and compete, they might think they’re foolish. Everyone went out of the room when the bell rang. For the first time, I felt young. I felt like a normal teenager. Back then, I didn’t study in a normal school environment or university. I went to a school exclusive f

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

No one mentioned the gala. No one mentioned the diary. Their careful avoidance said enough. Elara quietly took her usual seat near the window in the classroom as her thoughts drifted to whatever happened in the gala. She didn’t feel herself. Someone who loved coming to school, didn't want to arrive today. Atleast before, the school was a peaceful escape for her, from the home where she wasn't valued. But now, it felt more like a torture as people were seeing her with suspicious eyes. Even her seat, doesn't feel like hers. Everything felt different.