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the teacher says and most of the students are quite glad because of it. I don't know how does be teach cause it is my first class but I never get to attend the class even for the first time. "What's going on? Why would he get mad over him?" I ask? "You know why? It's class. Not the class like this class. I mean the hierchial class of economy. You be in the top level and you are going to dominate the whole other class. Don't you see students over here. Most of them belong to the elite class. Most of their family own their own corporates, sports company, hotels and so much more. You see how rich they are? They even get the privilege to get forgiven by teachers even if they mistake ,why?" he as

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 feel anger arose in me again, “Just shut your hole and stop lying!” “Language!” Ms. Dave hisses. “This is not acceptable. Both of you, in my office, now!” She escorts both of us into her office and closes the door behind her to block away curious gazes. Then she comes around the desk and sits down behind it, “I don’t care what you have to say. But this is an elite school for elite students. We do not indulge nails fight and hair pulling—” “Not all elites,” Katherine snorts lowly. “Definitely not her.”

Maybe that’s all he knows. The instructor enters through a door near the front of the classroom. It’s a large room, more like a theater really, with a podium and microphone and many rows of seats grading upward. He is a tall, lean man with a chaos of ink black hair and ice blue eyes. His voice is deep and booming; he hardly needs the microphone. His class is called The Secret Life of Trauma, and it is packed, most of the seats taken. He teaches his students about things with which I am intimately familiar: the defenses created by the personality to survive the unthinkable. I’m my own best case study.

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.