Novel & Cerita Nanase Classroom Of The Elite

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'm forwarding one to you now." A ping echoed through my phone, and I opened the photo immediately. Ella stood in front of her classroom, swimming in an oversized blazer with her chin tilted up like she owned the world. The glasses slid down her nose, the briefcase nearly dragging on the floor, but her grin was blinding. My throat tightened. My chest swelled. "She looks... Nana, she looks incredible." "Doesn't she?" Nana said, pride in every syllable. "That girl is going places. But she keeps saying she can't do it without her sister around."

“This afternoon, when Ms. Zinn put on a Doraemon cartoon for us, Miss Never sat right there with us. She even taught us how to make a Bamboo-copter.” That made me pull up the class surveillance footage again. I watched it over and over. Aside from Ms. Zinn, there was no other adult in sight. Meanwhile, the group chat had already exploded. Alice’s mother, Mrs. Lane, complained: [Ms. Zinn, was it you who showed them that cartoon? My daughter only started talking nonsense after she watched it!] [If your teachers did not tell her, how else would she know to grab two forks and pretend they were Bamboo-copters?]

The classroom was warm. Sunlight streamed through the windows. Parents were seated in rows of small chairs, their knees pressed against the desks. It was a room designed for children, but today it was filled with adults. Nerissa sat near the back. She had found a seat by the window. She told herself it was for the light. But really, she wanted to be close to the door. Her stomach churned. She pressed her hand against it. She took a slow breath.

“And because you know your topic better than anyone in that class.” Eliana looked at both of them. “You're both supposed to make me less nervous.” “We are,” Nate said. “You're not doing a very good job.” Ilyas smiled. “Then look at us.” “What?” “During the presentation. If you get nervous, look at us.” Nate nodded. “Exactly.” Something about that made Eliana smile. “Okay.” When she finally walked into the classroom, she could feel her hands trembling. She looked toward the back.

Writer's POV "... and that's all they did in the class. It was just too much for me to understand. How do you even understand the things you are taught in class? Eleanor, you are a genius." Jess paced about in the sitting room while Van was busy with his video games.

another student mocked. “Who still wears something like that?” someone said, laughing. Embarrassed, I lowered my head. Maybe my grandmother’s glasses really were outdated. Before I could remove them— CRACK! A cane struck sharply against the teacher’s desk, and the entire room instantly fell silent. The woman standing before the class was tall and graceful, with long silver hair tied neatly behind her. She wore elegant academy robes and carried herself with natural authority. “My name is Professor Selina Ravenshade,” she said calmly. “No unnecessary noise in my classroom.”

Since Class E was considered the worst this year, there was no solemn greeting from the school's principal, Professor Norma. For not long, the ceiling was stepped on by someone at the top. It causes each crack to appear continuously and pass off as if nothing had happened. Hana's head was full of lime white, and Henry sitting behind Hana was also covered in dust. Claura, was seated to Henry's right, and it was the fourth time Hana had heard Claura mumble repent about her decision to move classes.

I nodded, watching him disappear down the hall, and then slipped into class. That’s when I saw Nessa, perched two rows ahead, like she owned the room. She flicked a glance over her shoulder, her mouth curving in that same poisonous smile. If looks could kill, I would have set her hair on fire right there but the teacher walked in, and I forced myself still, nails digging into my notebook instead of her skin. The whispers might have followed me, but so did the memory of Maverick’s steady voice, telling me not to break and I wasn’t going to. Not yet.

“I believe that you may tire of seeing my face every class so today I have arranged for a guest lecturer to discuss the central theme of our second novel. We are going to have a bit of an impromptu skit as well, volunteers are welcomed. If no one volunteers we will choose names off the register. He announced as he pulled the classroom door wide to allow her to enter. Isis stared incredulously. It was the woman at the masquerade. She shrunk back into her seat and regretted not leaving before Mr. Greyson entered. “This is Eliza Green.” He introduced and now the boys in the class were giving their undivided attention. She was beautiful and Isis felt even more down. “Hello, everyone. I have come