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INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

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

I say. “I’m a genius,” he says. “Yes, my boy,” Elara answers. “You are.” *** Theo has settled in his classroom. His teacher and classmates were happy to see him, they were all around him, and he’d also been excited to see them. I’d expected Elara to feel the same too, but now that we’re on our way towards the penthouse — so I can drop her before going to office since she wants to work from home — I don’t think she’s all that happy.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

"You saw Xavier ask for time off, so now you're copying him? What is he, compared to you? He's lazy. He's a parasite. He's trash that even the dumpster wouldn't take. You're an elite I spent years shaping! "Tired, you say? Elites don't get tired. Elites should feel better the more they work. They should get more energized, not less." "Honey, tell me. What's our slogan?" she shouted. My body reacted instinctively. I snapped into a rigid stance and shouted back. "Good, better, and best. I'm the greatest!" Cassandra clapped, satisfied. "Good. Now, answer me. What are you going to do next?" Just then, the people nearby turned to stare.

“Good! Good! That’s my daughter! Go! Put her in that class right now! As for that exam spot, it’s decided by ranking. Whoever refuses her is out!” With the chairman as my dad, everything moved fast. Ten minutes later, I stood at the door of the elite class. The homeroom teacher was a strict middle-aged woman named Olivia Lawson. Everyone called her the “Demon Headmistress.” She adjusted her glasses and looked me up and down. “Xena? I heard you came in through connections.” I had not even spoken a word when she added, “I don’t care who your father is. In my class, everything is based on performance. If you’re at the bottom of the next mock test, you’ll be out immediately.”

In a way it does. Eli sets Jonah down gently. His hands are old again. Spotted. Veined. He hides them in his sleeves, but Lyana sees anyway and her fierce expression softens. “Grandpa Eli, you can sit in the new classroom,” she says. “It has chairs that grow to fit you.” Eli smiles, and for a second his face flickers younger, then settles back to old. “I would like that.” The first classroom is the bark-walled building Sky grew last week, chalkboards smooth as river stone. The second one does not exist yet. That is the point.

"Yeah! You lack the self-awareness to save yourself! Saintly Woods is going down because you got stupidly jealous of someone who's a thousand times more talented than you!" "Class 3-F was almost an elite class and the pride of the school under Mr. Pearce's guidance, but you had to insert yourself like a fucking blud. Look at how we turned out once you took over. You suck, and if you care about your dignity, leave Saintly Woods now and never come back!" "Mr. Walsh, it's long overdue! Get your own house in order!" a teacher complained. "Every textbook in my class has been thrown into the fire by your students!"

He sighed and kept the back on his shoulder. "As you all know, I'm Mr. Klassen," he introduced. "I am taking you on Trig now since Mrs. Gladys left town." The classes nodded, half of them uninterested. That was one thing I loved about the young adults of this generation, and they never found anything educational and exciting. They only wanted to stare at their phone screens and party until drunk. These made them ignorant and, of course, the perfect type to attack and feed on. Suddenly, a disgusting smell invaded the air, and I grimaced, acknowledging it. I looked up at the class, and it seemed I was the only one perceiving it. I turned and faced Solomon, and his nose was wrinkled. I guess he

How shameless! Catherine never turned on her chat function, so she was completely oblivious to the insults. David was a totally different story. He turned red with anger after seeing the curses in the chatting area. "Guys, these kids are saying Catherine is cheating. We gotta show them what true skill is and beat them down!" The ones who could study at Class 8 of Sincere High School were the cream of the crop among elites. They were all adept at computers, each one better than the last. Though none of them could compare to an expert like Catherine, they were still far superior to the average muggle.