Nanase Classroom Of The Elite Mga Nobela at Kwento

He may seem cold but he is not that cruel anyway. "You look crazy." Nathan commented on my side. We are now heading to the room where we always had our classes with Mister Dawson. The hallway is still packed with students from different department while they are doing a chitchat while looking at the field. I look at Nathan who gave me such remarks before I push him using my shoulder. "Just thinking about things." I commented then walk ahead of him as I entered the room with a big smile. Like the usual, Nicolette and her friends are always early in this class and they are now circling Nicolette who is curling her hair using her fingers.

On top of that, he didn't expect the Elite Class to have a petty side in them. "It wasn't a misunderstanding. It's Cen's fault!" Nicole suddenly stood up and complained using a high-pitched tone which was annoying to hear. In addition to that, she was even screaming very loud. "All right, all right, let's go to class and talk about that later." The teacher massaged his temple as he signaled Nicole to sit down. "But sir—" "Enough." He heaved a sigh and pushed the rim of his glasses using a finger. "Sir please we—"

I can tell something's up. Eli takes another sip of coffee, using the moment to gather his thoughts and control his expression Eli: sighs softly, deciding to deflect the conversation Listen, I'll tell you if anything... significant happens, okay? gives Nathan a meaningful look For now, let's just focus on getting to class on time, yeah? Nathan nods, grabbing his backpack from the kitchen chair Sounds like a plan, roomie. Let's jet, don't wanna be late for Professor Hartley's lecture. That man loves punctuality more than my grandma loves her knitting circle. chuckles as he slings his bag over his shoulder

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

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."

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