Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite رواية

I say humbly. “Noah’s having his extra lesson at the moment, but if you come in, I’ll give you his bag.” I follow her into the empty classroom, which smells of wood and paint and Play-Doh. The assistant teacher, Ellen, is tidying away some plastic counters and she beams up at me. Ellen has a high-salaried husband in banking and is a great fan of five-star hotels. She reads the magazine every month and is always questioning me about the latest spa treatments and whether Dubai is over.

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

"What is your name?" "Eli," Eli said, not fazed by the teacher. I glanced round the classroom and saw the majority of the girls smirking and whispering to each other and looking at Eli dreamily. "Eli, I will let you off because you are new but don't let it happen again," the teacher said. "Take a seat please." Eli stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way down the classroom. He glared as he passed me and I glared back.

he said. I unbuckled Eli. “Me too.” Eli grabbed both our hands….one mine, one Jeremy’s….and dragged us toward the entrance like we were his prize. The school smelled like new paint and crayons. Eli’s classroom was bright, posters on every wall, kids already playing at centers. His teacher was nice, young, and smiley. “Hi, Eli! We’ve got your cubby right here.” Eli hugged me tight first. “Bye, Mommy.”

“I think that’s enough ‘manner’ talk for one day.” Bryan chuckled. “Wow. Tell him how you really feel.” Emma, forgetting his fear, burst into a short, surprised laugh. “Ha-ha!” Elliot studied Classy, the anger fading into something more calculating. He took a step closer, his voice dropping. “I know your file, son. I know you haven’t had what anyone would call a family for the past three years. I know it’s been… hard. Isolated.” The smirk melted from Classy’s face, replaced by a guarded neutrality. He gave a single, tight nod. “Yeah.”

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.

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

"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.

Like rot blooming beneath perfume. Elara turned her head slowly. Looked straight at Malick. Then Sierra. Then back again. “Well,” she drawled, “isn’t this adorable?” Sierra’s POV – In Class The classroom felt wrong before she even stepped inside. The carved oak door was open, runes humming too quietly. The wards were still active, but… muffled. Like someone had smothered them in velvet. Malick stepped through first. He stopped short. Sierra caught herself before she bumped into him—again. But when she looked up, her breath caught in her chest.

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.