Schooled Novels & Stories

"Morrissette School of Geniuses is a private school yet most of the students are scholars. Rules in this Highschool are crafted by the earlier owners, reviewed, and signed by the government. Whoever fails to follow the rules will be punished or will be kicked out with the consent of any staff of the school." "These policies are made for the students to be disciplined and to make the school a better place to create geniuses for the future to need. 1st rule: Only students that will keep their grades high are the ones who will stay in the school. The ones who will fail will be kicked out. 2nd rule: When two weeks pass an exam will be held, and the ones who'll fail will be kicked out whatever th

“We have a total forty-eight pups in need of schooling. Two are junior kindergarten level. Two are senior kindergarten level. Three are first grade. Five are second grade. One in third grade, one in forth, and one in fifth. Eight in sixth and two in seventh. Five in eighth and two in ninth. Five in ninth and six in tenth. Two in eleventh and three in twelfth.” “Forty-Eight students across preparing to enter school and preparing to head to college or go to university. Add in you have magical needs, education needs, living needs, you moved, you’re building you’re your home, and now your culture has shifted in a way you can’t predict it.” “That’s very insightful and accurate. I’m so screwed.”

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

Isla Ricci had spent her entire life being watched. Every move she made, every word she spoke—it was all carefully controlled under her father’s iron rule. The Ricci name carried power, fear, and blood, and she had never been allowed to forget it. But here, at Blackwood University, she was just another student. At least, that’s what she told herself.