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Elara quickly purchased a basic piece of toast and a plain cup of black coffee. Not wanting to risk another humiliating encounter or spend a single extra second in that hall, she took her food, walked out to a quiet, secluded stone bench near the courtyard, and ate her breakfast in peace. Once finished, she checked her schedule and immediately rushed toward the academic block. The lecture hall for her first class was massive, designed like a sloped amphitheater with rows of dark wooden desks. Wanting to stay low-profile while still maintaining a decent view of the board, Elara chose a seat right in the middle of the side column, the second-to-last row from the back.

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.

I slip past the teacher and into my chair next to Delilah thankfully class had not started yet. First class was a breeze with my extra knowledge and education growing up it was not too complicated and am thankful for the extra work my father required of me and the twins. I part with Delilah drop my books off to my locker and head to my second class I have with Karla who surprisingly is waiting at my locker for me . We head to elite defence class together I was surprised they had all supernaturals train together Karla explained that while it’s not a walk in the park the elite defence class was nothing in comparison

Alaric’s laughter vibrated through the air. “You could call me materialistic all day long, but I don’t care. After all, it’s not like it’s for free. I’m going to be working for it.” Layla pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you’re really interested, you’re already on the right path. Only elite students can become elite teachers.” “Just elite students? What about the ordinary students?” She raised an eyebrow. “They could become ordinary teachers, but only elite teachers teach elite.” He said, pouring more honey on his remaining pancakes.

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.

My eyes take it all in, my father, who was the greatest leader since the beginning of time, who stood for equality would hate to see this happening. The Royals class is where you’d expect every student of a flourishing pack to learn. The room is a hall, every student had a personal work station, with the hologram machines in front of them, the room has an actual thermostat. I am slightly tempted to reveal my true heritage, if only to get the Royals class privilege. But I can’t do that. A royal notices me looking into their classroom, she has a look of disgust on her face as she walks to me and pulls the blinds down.

she says, tapping a polished gold door. She shows me how to set up a password, which I do immediately. When she asks for my schedule, I hand her the pamphlet I’ve been carrying. She scans through it and nods. “Classes are over for today,” she tells me. “But I’ll show you where they’re held.” We stop in front of a stone building with CLASS 1 etched boldly above its entrance. “This is your class,” Helga explains. “Most of your theoretical lectures will be here, except for dancing and etiquette lessons. But you already know where those are.”

Dave proclaims to the class and the whole room erupts into applause. Mr. Dante, who was one of Britney’s backup dancers back in the day, shed a tear before saying, “Thank you Dave, that was beautiful! Next, we have Stella Holt and her essay on…” The class was supposed to be taking notes on their laptops about each person’s speech and what they took away from it but instead they were on their own personal chatroom that Orville had coded for them a while back: hsm2_was_the_best_one (Carl): guys, what the hell was that?

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m