Novel & Cerita White Room Classroom Of The Elite

The Primary Boardroom did not smell like a forest or even a mountain; it smelled of expensive paper and the sterile, ozone tang of a server room. The mahogany table stretched for what felt like miles, and the shadow at the head of it—the flickering, distorted image of Silas—dissolved into a cloud of gold dust as Elara approached. It had been a decoy, a last-ditch effort by the System to distract her heart, but Elara’s violet eyes didn't even blink. She kept walking, her bare feet silent on the scrolling text of the floor, until the boardroom walls themselves began to peel away like old wallpaper. Behind the mahogany and the leather chairs was the true heart of the High Dimension: The Golden

By Wednesday he had stopped thinking of the rooms by their official names. He had stopped thinking of the reception classroom as the reception classroom and the year-three classroom as the year-three classroom. He had started thinking of them by what they were — by the quality of the light in them and the behaviour the light produced and the things each room gave the children that the other rooms did not. The reception classroom was the room on the floor. The year-three classroom was the room of the east wall. The year-five classroom, which had a different orientation from the others, a north-facing classroom at the end of the corridor, was the room of the grey light — not the honest north l

CHAPTER 39. Date When my eyes unlatched I found myself in an amusing well ventilated, high class room with lavish furniture. The walls were painted with soft maroon colour and flooring of white tiles intrigued my imagination. The room was as good as I could ever imagine in my dreams. Everywhere my pupil stayed, all I could see was something unique very well conveying that the room was located in a seven star expensive hotel! I was in the bed comfortably covered with the thick feathery quilt. Payton must have brought me here while I was asleep.

=== Class A - Death Princess & Seer Class B - Death Princess & Seer (Double up) Class C - Match Class D - Gambler, Controlled Berserker & Two Shots Class E - Zen, Faceless, Oriole, Impenetrable Shield, Tracer & Scorpion === Liu Feng and Akiko had no complaints, but Killian wanted to cry. “Am I the only one in Class C?” he asked and looked at Zen hopefully. He was the only person who could go through all the deluxe rooms in the building to make them out level by level. Unlike Class A and B that only had ten rooms each, Class had about thirty rooms and three whole floors! Not to mention, the advanced gym and games room were places nobody usually used. Yet, it was huge enough to accommodate at

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

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.

She reached out, hand shaking, fingertips brushing the cold metal. The door slid open. Instantly. Silently. Holden grabbed her arm. “Wait—” But inside— There was no trap. No danger. Just a room. A small, blindingly white room filled with— Toys. Books. A tiny metal bed with crisp sheets. A desk with perfectly arranged crayons. A security camera in the corner. A child’s room. Elena’s lungs collapsed. Her vision blurred. Her heart ruptured. “No…” she whispered. “No, no, no—”

Her evening might have been more interesting if Olivia had attended, but the brunette was off on a date with her parents instead. Olivia's mom was amazing, Kaitlyn wished she could have went too. With a sigh, set down her glass. At least, she could enjoy the music playing thoughtout the large room. Kaitlyn had to admit the psychology department knew how to decorate. Rather than an expo, the large, conference room looked like it had been dressed for a party. The glass décor was pristine, and the sparkling champagne flutes set the mood. Each presenter was dressed in his or her finest attire and the guests looked as though they were going to the opera. Kaitlyn glanced down at her own pencil ski

Disregarding her protests, I leave the bathroom without a backward glance, firmly shutting the door behind me. With Elle occupied in the shower, I take the free time to explore her room. It's the first time I have ever been here, and it's not what I expected. Her walls are this deep, dark green, with one accent wall of gold. This wall is lined with different house plants lined against it, all in varying shades of green. Against this wall sits a mac desktop, laptop, and iPad on top. All papers and pens are placed in their proper spots, and a complex coding problem is scrawled across a whiteboard in neat handwriting. Does Elle know how to code? Since when? I have a solid understanding of codin

KACELA Wyatt offered me his arm and I took it, following behind Lia and Jarrett. We walked down three flights of stairs to the main floor and took a left, entering through a double set of doors. I gasped. We walked into a huge room with high ceilings. Everything inside was white. The floors were ornate marble and the columns in the room were also marble. The walls and ceilings were plastered with a bright white.