The Classroom Of Elite Novels & Stories

Before we close Nancy, you raised your hand please go ahead with your question or your contribution. Yes, my Prince, I wanted to direct my question to Dr. Rose if she had been preparing a location I mean office complex for the elite club. Before you come in Dr I want to say that about seventy elites have registered with our sect after the martial art competition. If there is something my Prince wants me to do about them I am waiting to hear. Nancy, I have been mandated to build a powerful premise for the elite club. The work is ongoing and I want to assure you that you would like the place. The design separated the stands of the professors from that of Dr's and that of the postgraduates.

However, our fun was cut short when the bell rang through the speakers announcing the class was about to start. *** We exited the classroom together and headed to the canteen for the lunch break. Rosy excused herself and headed for the washroom first, while I stood on the cue to get our food. There was a large line ahead of me. I waited patiently for my turn while plugging in my earphones. Ruelle’s songs blast in my ears. With no care in the world, I was standing there with no idea what was going on behind my back until the crowd in front of me shifted to look at the scene unfolding in the canteen.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mr Howard. I will be teaching you guys for the second half of the semester of this course." The large classroom was filled with more than 200 people. This was a law school public class. The people who came to class were all industry elites. Every time, students had to compete to grab a spot in the class. Among them, there was the well-dressed and elegant Mr Howard. Mr Howard always wore a suit and leather shoes, exuding an elite demeanor. Without saying a word, he stands there like a person of remarkable talent.

“Who the hell are you?” ‎“Andrei Orlov.” ‎That name hit me like a slap. ‎Everyone knew that name. The quiet tech genius. The dangerous type. There were whispers about arms deals, international connections, frozen assets in his wake but none has been proven. What I didn't understand was how he became a client in my foundation. Did he lie? Or was he part of Alex clients he laundered money for? My head was banging with questions. The man was untouchable. And he was standing in front of me like I was a business deal.

Ever since it has just been mentioned that Prince Charles will be coming to the school, things have just seemed weird and something to be worried about. After the Professors were done talking, the one who interrupted us moved closer. “So, guys. There’s going to be a new change from henceforth.” “Here we go.” I said under my breath, expecting things like this. “Now, we all know that this is the Elites Class and this class is where we get more of our brilliant students and here, we can also find students with the overall qualities we need in several times. So, since Prince Charles will be attending our school, we’ll be selecting a few students who will be his classmates. I have a list here wit

she mused, her voice suddenly getting darker, “She is still an Elite kid, and unlike you, she grew up in the mix of the rest.” “And so did you Silver, and you didn't turn up like the rest, right?” “Yeah… right I didn't,” she trailed off, her tone a little off, “I'm just worried okay, so do be careful, that I'm going to—.” “Okay, okay, settle down you twerps, I'm here now,” Mr Cliff, voiced out cutting Silver and everyone else off as he strutted into the hall, “Class is now in session.” The class was as boring and long as always, he basically elaborated on stuff on business administration and other things that I certainly was not interested in.

"I've always known you to be one hell of a confident girl. Why is your esteem injured this morning?" Elora adjusted the stiff, designer blazer of the Saint Jude's uniform. It felt like a costume. "It's a school for the elites, Maya. I'm not going there because I'm an elite-I'm going because I won a scholarship. You know how these rich kids behave. They bully people who aren't of the same class."

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

For three whole years, everyone at school knows me as a hopeless student who can barely pass a test. After the SATs, I am sitting at my cousin's college acceptance celebration, quietly eating my meal. My aunt, Karen Reed, suddenly snatches the plate from my hands. "Your scores are pathetic, and you still have the nerve to sit here and eat?" My cousin, Wilbert Yard, swirls his drink and sneers. "Jason, you won't get anywhere in life with a brain like yours. You can be my driver someday. I'll pay you 800 dollars a month." My uncle, George Yard, points a finger in my face. He looks at me in disgust and says, "Your parents have been working out of town for three years, and you still can't

As though I was remembering, not learning. Now, my schedule said the next one was an elective class. I didn’t know what to expect, except that it was said to be notoriously difficult. That was probably why my stomach was twisting as I pushed the heavy wooden doors open and stepped inside. The lecture hall was already buzzing with voices, filled with students scattered into their little circles. I scanned the room once, and almost immediately, I spotted Jeile. She sat near the front, straight-backed, in the middle of a group of students who practically radiated “elite.” Their postures were impeccable, clothes neat and precise, their expressions half-bored as if they were above being here. Jei