Novel & Cerita White Room Classroom Of The Elite

he asked me before turning around and heading inside. I just snorted. Wasteful. I thought he would laugh. I still hope. Shh! I just stepped inside. COLE POV I gasped as I entered the large brass door. An elegant and spacious room was revealed to me. Wait, how can I describe it? I can't find a sensible adjective. The room itself shouted the eliteness status of the owner. Terrible! Just imagine that a Prince lives in Sephiro's Penthouse. That's not difficult... Bennet looks like a prince. Prince of Bipolars and screamers. Hahahaha!

Because instead of coming out like I wanted to, it came out pretty bad. My eyes secretly traveled around the classroom and thought that it was perfectly derived from the classrooms in Korean dramas, where the neat cream color, painted the walls brightly but pleasing to the eye. There were tiny book shelves at the corner of the room, right at the back where the lockers was placed. A friendly classroom that makes every students feel comfortable when studying makes me realized that it's really a classroom that I would often seen before as I watched Korean dramas at home. All in all, the room has a youthful ambiance and looks simple for a prestigious school like El Grandeur High.

My eyes take it all in, my father, who was the greatest leader since the beginning of time, who stood for equality would hate to see this happening. The Royals class is where you’d expect every student of a flourishing pack to learn. The room is a hall, every student had a personal work station, with the hologram machines in front of them, the room has an actual thermostat. I am slightly tempted to reveal my true heritage, if only to get the Royals class privilege. But I can’t do that. A royal notices me looking into their classroom, she has a look of disgust on her face as she walks to me and pulls the blinds down.

The architectural structure of EliteCorp was nothing short of divine. From the outside, it was shaped like a giant seashell standing with its butt in the air. Elena wondered what engineer was behind this queer design. Inside, the walls were pure white and looked as if they were coated with bioluminescence paint because they reflected the white lights so brilliantly Elena hankered to touch them. But she must not. She must be on her best behavior and impress Mr. Liam. She must not 'mess' things up.

Hello everyone, Happy reading! -♡ Juliana sat alone gracefully in the middle of a large, classically styled room. The walls are decorated with ancient paintings, while the white marble floors feature elegant patterns that complete the luxurious ambiance. The soft light from the crystal candelabra hanging from the ceiling radiates a dazzling light, creating an aura of elegance that is undeniable.

The last thing I want is to fall behind. As I make my way toward the exit, I catch sight of a girl entering a room to the left. I didn’t pay attention to it at first, assuming it was a storage closet or something, but then I hear a few voices. Ever the overly curious cat, I make me way over and am about to peek inside, when I notice the plaque on the side of the door. This room is reserved for the Princes of Royal Elite Academy.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

Memento The Teacher’s Common Room door opens to a surprise for Jaanvi, a pleasant one at that. The 20 X 20 feet room, known mostly for an insipid silence amid the vibrant din of the campus, gloomy tube-lights, antique ceiling fans, mammoth bookshelves along the walls, empty chairs and desks with books and notebooks scattered on them most of the day, while their occupants, the teachers, would be engaged in delivering classroom sessions, now looks packed with people – senior students, colleagues and support staff. Often synonymous with inactivity, except for tea-sipping, cookies-munching, lesson-planning, assignment-checking tit-bits of conversation spells among colleagues, this room is now bu