روايات وقصص ضمن Is Classroom Of The Elite Good

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

"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.

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.

"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."

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

"Poor Nina. I'll subscribe to show my support. I'll support you from now on no matter what you choose to do!" "That girl is evil. For her own selfish reasons, she ruined the future of all her classmates." "Which school is this? Whose daughter is this? Tell me the address, I'll go over right now and make her suffer." Jason lunged at me and questioned me loudly, "It's the SAT! How can you be so cruel?" Although the other students didn't lunge at me, their eyes told me that they wanted to tear me apart. In just a few minutes, 300,000 viewers poured into Nina's stream. Most of them cursed at me and said that I should die. They even cursed at my dad.

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

November 27th - three weeks before Cato becomes Alpha Elias’s point of view “And that, everyone, is the existential reasoning behind normalising saying ‘fuck’ in the classroom,” I said after reaching the last slide of my presentation. I gazed out over the class of grins and smirks before turning to my silent philosophy teacher. “Thank you, Elias,” he said, “Very... convincing.”

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”