Romans & histoires Elite Of Classroom

"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.

Otherwise, she would not have been able to remain calm in the foreign language school of the Kingdom of Dawn. After all, it was normal to be coveted by a woman, but what was going on if she was targeted by a man? At the same time, Adeline looked at the school price Wang Lu gave him and roughly knew what was going on. When he flipped through the information, Adeline raised his head and asked, "Principal Wang, did all of the school's classrooms and school management officers come in under strict examination?" "Yes, these teachers are all elites who have been selected by all the leaders of the school. They are the best in every aspect!"

As though I was remembering, not learning. Now, my schedule said the next one was an elective class. I didn’t know what to expect, except that it was said to be notoriously difficult. That was probably why my stomach was twisting as I pushed the heavy wooden doors open and stepped inside. The lecture hall was already buzzing with voices, filled with students scattered into their little circles. I scanned the room once, and almost immediately, I spotted Jeile. She sat near the front, straight-backed, in the middle of a group of students who practically radiated “elite.” Their postures were impeccable, clothes neat and precise, their expressions half-bored as if they were above being here. Jei

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.

It all started back in kindergarten. Magnus Clementine Elite Academy—it was a school where all the rich and privileged children gather. Sons and daughters of wealthy businessmen, influential families, politicians, corporate leaders, and the like, flock in the Academy to be nurtured and raised to be the leaders of the next generation. From kindergarten up until their graduation in college, they are stuck in the Academy, promised with the fame and fortune in the paths their parents already paved for them. It was to this school that Cathedra was sent to on her first day. She was accompanied by the orphanage Directress in her rickety old car that existed for a number of years greater than all th

The Classy Elite dining hall boast of wealthy and how prestigious the private highschool is,with it's perfection and excellent standard in every aspect of the school, that why it rated first and the best in USA as a whole. The students sat down in pairs and clique as they ate and chatted happily. Jace and his friends move to their high-table at the corner of the hall ,where the students believe that the seats belong to the high-monarch and highest class in school like Ian Grayson and his friends are the only ones could only sit there. " Hey Jace what with the sullen look. We just won the match so cheer up man ! ,Just forget whatever that is bothering you" a brownette guy said,his bimbo pe

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

"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.