Schooled Novels & Stories

Monday Morning – Rooseville Academy The bell echoed through the room, quieting the whispers of students as they filtered into the science classroom. Shylie Reed slipped in quietly, her movements graceful, but relaxed. She carried no laptops or flashy gizmos this time. Instead, her satchel was light, home to neatly taken notes and printed data sheets. The others in the class turned to look at her as she moved purposefully to the front of the room. Murmurs. She had just left the Tan home, word already spreading about the new alliances she had made, the air around her now so threateningly thick.

she said. "I know," I said. "And Marcus," she said. "I know," I said. She was quiet. "Tell me what you're actually thinking," she said. I thought about how to say it. "There's a school," I said. "In Center City. The Carver Academy." I paused. "Small. Sixty students total across six years. Exceptional academic program. Strong arts integration." I paused. "The kind of environment that attracts children who think unconventionally." I paused. "The kind of environment where a five year old building local geological models and developing notation systems for emotional significance would be challenged rather than exceptional." I paused. "Where his specific quality would be the standard rather than

I was too nervous to sit patiently and calmly. “Not to quit school, not at all! She will learn new things throughout her work with people, and if you ask me, this will be like internship. I can make you a contract if you want.” Dad explained nervously. I know he is trying his best to move me from Seattle.

The principal, a kind-looking woman with a warm smile, began to explain. "Welcome to our school. In this brochure, you'll find information about our academic programs, extracurricular activities, and our commitment to fostering a safe and inclusive environment. We pride ourselves on our zero-tolerance policy for bullying. Every child here is encouraged to thrive both academically and socially." As she spoke, I noticed Zendaya and Zenith glancing around the room, their eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. The walls were adorned with pictures of smiling students engaged in various activities, from science fairs to sports events.

He replied with a smile. “Elsa, you’ve been awarded a scholarship to school at the legendary Sheffield Academy.” He said, his tone sounding almost rehearsed. Sheffield Academy, it was like telling me I could now fly. No one in the history of Bulgaria has ever attended Sheffield. There were only six existing academies in the world; Sheffield academy, Bloodstone academy, Gomorrah Academy, Brenton Academy, Spirit Hound Academy, and Luna’s Crest Academy. Werewolves only attend the academy from twenty upwards. We are then taught science and art for two years in which we decide our path. so we are usually groomed and trained at home by our parents till twenty.

It's better to learn little by little than not at all. "Um... I'm just planning to... I haven't experienced going to school yet... I've been homeschooled since kindergarten... It served a purpose because of what happened to me... Now, I want to see if I can make a difference in my world... I'm excited to live in the normal world..."

“To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.” “Prestigious Academy…” Alise has heard about Prestigious Academy before. It was a specialized school for studying arts, sports, and more. Once you graduate from the academy, they have a high rate of employment as Prestigious Academy has connections worldwide. One can say it is every young adult’s dream to study.

the ahjumma insisted. “Ahm… not sure when will that happen since he chooses to remain in the Philippines. The only time he showed up was on my high school graduation.” “He’s also in middle school, right?” Suho’s aunt inquired. “Yes. He goes to a special school.” “What’s a special school?” Asked the oldest woman in the group. “It’s a school for mentally retarded students,” the woman sitting next to her explained. Mrs. Lee snapped at the lady who made the remark.

This is her time to acquire experience,'' Miles leaned forward and put both his arms on his knees and intertwined his fingers together. ''Sophia had been home-schooled all her high school. I'm sure her further education can be done the same way, huh?'' he asked and then there was silence. Miles' interrogation was valid. He looked at Lana as if daring her to protest any further. Lana had no space left for argument. Miles was shooting his bullets in the right target and Lana wasn't fond of it whatsoever.

, they will remain in the first but in the highest, this is all on my part, "they all began to talk, the teacher then remembered something," to young people, tomorrow we will have practice with the 3rd year, do not worry They will be equipped with armbands so that it is only with their physique that they play we will have rounds, it will be like a tournament of 2 classes, sword and clean hand, the registration sheets will be left alone, feel free to choose if you want to participate in one or in the two fights, ”when the teacher put down the sheet to sign up, everyone gathered, even luck's friends,Confused luck he told them, "I read, what's up, because so much about that contest," surprised