Classroom Of The Elite: Year 2 Volume 10 Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Elena's Pov I sat in the back row of Professor Hale's lecture hall, my notebook open but my mind anywhere but on the history notes he was scribbling on the board. I am twenty, in my second year of college, and this class was supposed to be easy credits, but the real reason I showed up every time was him. Professor Hale’s has that commanding presence, tall, with a fitted button-up shirt that showed off his broad chest, dark hair a bit messy like he did not care, and eyes that scanned the room like he owned everyone in it.

Glenn to get a new desk, a computer, and two monitors. ​I sat down with my legs crossed as I logged in immediately. ​“Let's find out why you're being adored by the Carters.” I bit my fingernail before doing some digging, and then I came across Williams's early life. ​The Elites: a school for the rich. ​Rosetta also attended the same school. I tried to remember, but I couldn't access some of her memories. ​While staring at the pictures of the school, my eyes caught something familiar.

“The crown prince is the Set leader for Year 5, Prince Tristan is for Year 4, and Theo, whom you haven’t met, is the Set leader for Year 3. You’ll meet them soon.” Unfortunately, I’d already done that. If Theo is anything like Brynne, then I don’t want to meet him. We slow down in front of Class 1, and she releases a deep breath. “Here’s my stop. Have a good day.” “Thank you, Helga. And you too.” Stepping into the class, I brace for the worst, but I’m greeted with silence. Maps hang on the walls. Old, faded charts of territories and borders, with framed portraits of past rulers, stare down from high above the blackboard.

asked curiously. "August is having high marks with her weapon manipulation and combat skills. The council thinks she is really to join our mission." Cayden replied that I almost let go of the spoon but it didn't go through. It's a waste of food, so instead of dropping it, I just took a bite. I couldn't speak. I took one bite after another because I was suddenly nervous. Because they are talking about mission and I am still with them. What I know is that the mission that the Elites do is not easy. Since Elites are the top students around the Knight Circle, their mission level is also different. It would be good if it was a gang fight. I know it's not. I just thought that I was nervous so I su

I woke up to the noisy chatter of the classroom, rubbing my eyes to see something written on the blackboard: [100 Days Until Finals]. I was shocked, wondering if I had actually been reborn. I looked around and noticed everyone was staring at their report cards. Someone exclaimed, "Could Chloe Stevens actually be a genius? Her grades improved so quickly in just a few days!" "This time, Chloe and Sienna Stevens are tied for first place in the whole school! That's not just improvement; that's like her taking a rocket ship to the top!"

“The Blackwood Academy – a place where Elites connect to Elites and the rich gets richer.” ♠️ MARLENE ♠️ “You can’t miss the show, Marlene. It’s very important,” Clara said, stepping closer. I didn’t turn from the floor-to-ceiling window. “I know a lot has happened in your family lately,” my personal assistant continued carefully as she stepped fully into the room, a chilled bottle of water in her hand. “But you must understand that your career cannot take the fall for it.”

Avery was silently shrieking as she gazes upon the interior of the lobby. "Splendid! The designers did an outstanding job this school year!" Aric agreed with his twin, Leath just gave a plain look. In her mind, no matter how regal-looking their school is, it's still a school of rich spoiled brats. Calling them Elites are a bit of an exaggeration

Zann rushed inside, only to find the place empty and deathly quiet. My clothes were gone. The familiar kitchenware had vanished. Only a thin layer of dust covered the table. His heart sank. The gnawing feeling finally surged and washed over him. Just then, his assistant rushed over and handed him a package. Zann’s hands trembled as he tore it open. A cold urn came into view. The name Neve Steele burned into his eyes. “No! Impossible!” he roared, flinging the urn to the floor. “She must be throwing a tantrum, trying to scare me!”

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.

" The classroom was so quiet I could only hear my own breathing. Mr. Jefferson pushed up his glasses but didn't speak. I just smiled and walked up to the front, got onto the podium, and grabbed a piece of chalk, twirling it in my hand. "Well? Or do you not dare to do it? Afraid you'll embarrass yourself for losing to a 17-year-old brat like me? "I'm telling you that I've disliked you for a very long time. The country's resources are limited, yet they're all controlled by old folks like you.