Classroom Of The Elite رواية Novels & Stories

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.

Because instead of coming out like I wanted to, it came out pretty bad. My eyes secretly traveled around the classroom and thought that it was perfectly derived from the classrooms in Korean dramas, where the neat cream color, painted the walls brightly but pleasing to the eye. There were tiny book shelves at the corner of the room, right at the back where the lockers was placed. A friendly classroom that makes every students feel comfortable when studying makes me realized that it's really a classroom that I would often seen before as I watched Korean dramas at home. All in all, the room has a youthful ambiance and looks simple for a prestigious school like El Grandeur High.

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.

"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.

Eighty. When the class ended and the room emptied almost immediately as students gathered their bags and moved toward the doors, Elara lingered. She watched Adrian pack his papers, his movements precise, deliberate, and she waited, heart thrumming, for the moment she’d been rehearsing in her mind since receiving her grade. “Professor Moore?” she asked, her voice slightly tight, almost betraying her nerves. He glanced up, a faint smile brushing his lips. “Yes, Elara. Everything okay?”

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.

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.