The S Classes I Raised Novels & Stories

I waited for Steve as he does the same and when he was done, we entered our class 'Diamond'. Well, Wilford High grouped all classes starting from the junior class 1 to the Senior Class 3. Students were grouped into three classes according to their grades during the admission. The extremely brilliant ones were to belong to the Diamond class, the brilliant ones for the Silver class and the less brilliant for the Gold class. I was fortunate to be in the Diamond class alongside Steve and my second best friend, Janet. I sat down on my seat and Steve, his. We were sitting close to each other anyway. I looked round the class and Janet was nowhere to be found. As I turned to face Steve to start a di

“Nice meeting you, Niusa. But could you tell us about that green book?” “Oh,” she showed them the book. “This one? This is called the first-class grimoire. Every basic spell will be written here.” “Where can we get that?” Niusa was surprised again. “I thought you didn’t have this since your magic is far advanced. You could be at the S-Class.” Malaika’s forehead creased. “S-Class?” “It means senior class. They are the ones having missions to neutralize any threats lingering in Axum. They had to complete a certain number of missions to graduate. And once they graduate, they’d choose which elite army unit to be assigned,” Niusa explained.

I’m starting to feel like some kind of idiot in here. What choice am I talking about? The choice to be in the this special section. Hindi ko ba nasabi na every school year dito, students are require to take an entrance exam to determined kung saang section ka mapupunta. The sections are: Class D - Darthen Class C - Colaro Class B - Bethra Class A - Alterna Class S/ Special Section - Sullivan And my hard work paid off dahil tadah! Good news, nandito na ako sa special section and bad news dahil students in here wants me dead.

She said in an exaggerating manner that made Sia giggle. “ First, I will tell you about social classes. We are divided into classes. I belonged to the lowest class. We have to do whatever work is assigned to us. A level above me is Jay Sir; he has the specialized skill to deal with trade. You are a level above him. Above, you are the people who have attained immortality. Everyone always tries to go to the level above them.” I nodded my head in understanding and asked,“ What about Yorick?”

He pointed at a Mercedes-Benz S-Class and asked, “How much is this?” A young female salesperson came forward and said, “Sir, this is the latest model, and the total price is $170,000.” Kayson called Celeste, and she shook her head. “No, Kayson. This is too expensive.” It was a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, and it was about $120,000 more expensive than her broken Mercedes-Benz C-Class. She couldn’t bring herself to accept such an expensive gift from Kayson. Kayson smiled and said, “It’s okay. Let’s take this one. After all, you nearly lost your life last night.”

In my previous life, afraid that continuing to wait would cause everyone to miss the exam, I told the bus driver to take everyone to the exam venue first. As a result, my classmates treated me like their mortal enemy, even though I did it out of consideration for their futures. Brock pushed through the crowd and came to me, looking at me with disgust. He said, "Cassie, even though you're my girlfriend, I have to say that this is unforgivable! It's the SAT. If you make Nina miss the exam, you'll ruin her life." Brock's expression seemed to tell me that he wished I were dead. I clenched my fists and bit my lip hard.

In the corridor where I joined the other kids, there was a tall chap who seemed to be welcoming new pupils like myself, calling out their names and assigning then to their new classes. And if I had to make a wish right now, I would definitely not wish to be in the same class with Rhianna, an absolute jezebel. She isn't just troublesome, but too much to handle. Geez.... "Daisy S. Class A!" "Louis K. Class B!" "Mia T. Class C!" Freddie Stone. Class B!" "Winona E. Class A!" "Rhianna Brown. Class B!" "Summer V. Class C!"

The principal offered me a chair. I sat down, swiftly staring at their faces.. "Sir, what did you want to talk about?". I started the conversation , grinning at their faces.. "Ada, I heared about your fight with Lucia, and we would like to propose a special class to train you for what's coming". He responded to my question.. " A special class, why, what happened to my own classes?". I asked another question.. "Ada, they're basic and with your powers, you ought to have undergone special classes....... " He grinned and continued, " don't worry, good friends will also undergo the same class with you, so you won't be alone". He proposed. .

It took a long time for Hainan to come out. "Which class?" Mark asked. "10A1" James moody. Mark raised an eyebrow, what does it mean to enter the first class with such a face. Is he teasing you? "What the hell is wrong with you in the first grade? I'm in the last class." Mark despised. "Stop being lazy, stop skipping school." James said sadly.

I said, trying to support Ace's actions, despite the tension. "And by killing people," Susan said, raising an eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, everyone has their own way of dealing with stress," I shrugged, attempting to justify Ace's somewhat unconventional coping mechanisms; even though they were far from ordinary. Before anyone could respond, a knock on the door made us all turn towards the sound. "You've got classes," Alex said, leaning against the doorframe with a nonchalant air.. I glanced at the clock and sighed deeply. Here comes the start of my hellish routine—tuition classes with Mr. Alex Wyatt.