The Elite Classroom Novels & Stories

I could not be them. They are elites. The rarest of gems. The untouchables. The most fortunate and the most blessed students along with the rest of the class. They need not to be smart nor to be lucky in order to book themselves a scholarship. They even don’t need to take a scholarship! With just a few bucks, their slot in Star Section is secured. They did not have to work hard for it, just like I did.

After all, there were eight classes for each year group with his class being the elite class. If a recommended student did not show any level of competence he was always more than happy to transfer them to another class. For instance, the student called Abelard who was of the Smith royal family. This child always came to him after class was over to consult him on issues that were a little too complex for his mates to understand.

Jenny seemed preoccupied and added nothing to what Franky said. "Lisa's father owns a law firm, but even she kept quiet." Franky gestured toward a contemplating Lisa, who, just like Jenny, was paying no attention to the topic of discussion. She was thinking about what she had seen when she skipped physics class. She had planned to wait it out in the girls' bathroom. Instead, she went to the Elites' classroom. The room was less of a classroom and more of a hangout for the richest kids. Not the rich kids, the 'richest.'

“It means that he will be attending the Elite school I enrolled him in.” “I never disagreed with you on that. You didn’t have to argue and dismiss all the principals; I just…wanted to see other institutions; not everything has to be ‘elite’; a quiet life isn’t something to be ashamed of.” “Did you not hear me? Do you not understand what I am? With such security, our son can be taken and used for ransom. ‘Elite’ schools have other students like him, so security is heightened, and they allow personal guards. You see him as precious, but someone else sees him as a cash bag. Did you take any of this into account, or are you just desperately clinging to whatever fits the theme of ‘normal?”

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

Around me, students moved through the hallway, some glanced in my direction as I curse under my breath while some whispered as the others openly stared. A horrible feeling begins to crawl up my spine very slowly and relentlessly because I knew exactly what the elite program was. Everyone did! We all pretend we don’t see it but we do just like how the school always hints on diversity but we know we scholarship kids are charity cases they don’t want. The elite academic track wasn’t just advanced coursework, It was Ravenshire’s inner circle club / class. Only filled with the best of the best and not academic wise but legacy students, billionaire heirs, future politicians, trust fund kids and fu

They’re the actors, walking into their parts without needing scripts. I pause just inside the doors, tray balanced in my hands, and let my eyes sweep across the room. The seating chart isn’t written down anywhere, but it might as well be engraved in stone. In the center sits the crown jewel: a long table where the most polished students laugh too loudly, toss their hair too perfectly, and check their phones with the kind of careless entitlement that comes from knowing your last name could buy someone else’s future. The Blackridge Elite. That’s what they’re called, though no one dares say it to their faces. You don’t need to. The way everyone else orbits around them says enough.

"Okay if that's clear...oh yes you'll have to move up to S class in the second term. The principal of your high school agrees after the notes that your tutor sent him, you have the level to integrate this elitist class» I frowned, an S class? I never heard of it in high school, where does it come from? My mother probably understood that before she spoke. “Oh yes with everything you've been through lately, you haven't checked your high school forum. It was decided by the board of directors that it would be necessary to create a special class for each grade for the students who stand out from the lot, class S is made up of the best students of each class by grade. You are there too and tomorro

26. It was on the second floor on extreme corner of the left wing of the building of the college. It took me minutes to find it. It was the only class without room number board on it. I saw few girls giggling outside the class. One of them was standing by the door of the class so I rushed over to her and ask " is this Lr.26?" She was a plum girl with fair skin and long brown wavy hairs tied into a low pony tail. By her appearance she looked kind.

Even the children of elites in NUAT are extremely intelligent. The dinner at the Skyline Club—an exclusive penthouse haunt where the air was thin and the commoners were invisible—had been a masterclass in elite damage control. It was far removed from the sirens and chants echoing at the university gates. The table was set with fine bone china and silver that gleamed under the crystal chandelier.