Novel & Cerita S Class That I Raised

Hope this works in my favor. *******

I have to climb two floors to arrive to my class. I am Lilibeth Kolton, a 2nd-grade student at Fonton Senior High School, majoring in social studies, I'm not that pretty actually...not at all! I am only 160 cm tall, my face is not that great, my nose is not that pointed, my lips are not thick, my front and rear bumpers are minimal, and my brain is so-so. There should be no reason Mr. Harold said that to me! Or is he just testing me?? Or… a prank! Wow, if that's true, he has the heart! Note the sarcasm!

Trina raised an eyebrow at me as I approached. "Sorry," I said, "I had to grab a quick shower after gym class. I was a little funky."

Osiris replied quietly as he leaned back into me. “Oh baby, you did no such thing. You can’t fix what you don’t know is broken. Let’s be real here, this situation with the missing classes, isn’t that dire. It can be fixed. It’s not like your dad didn’t teach you three anything. Look at what we’ve already accomplished in a short time. I think we’re doing pretty well for ourselves. This place was a bit of a shitshow.” I said as I worked my way around, washing every inch of Osiris’s back, shoulders, perfect butt, and moving onto his chest.

“You really have amnesia, right?” Evie frowned. Hadn’t she already said it? “Yeah?” James nodded. “I believe you fully now. You even forgot I’m from class A.” EEEEEH? “What? You’re from class A?” Class A was the special brain class of the year. It’s where Hanz and his study mania brethren were. This little mandrill was from that class. “Boss, your gaze is offending. I’m really from class A and I’m even in the top fifty of the school. I’m a de Lancy. If my grandpa sees me getting bad results I will get disowned.”

Courtney’s voice echoed faintly in my ear, a tether to my composure. “It’s disheartening that you accuse me of things I haven’t done, Mr. Easton,” I replied, keeping my tone soft but firm. “If I knew you’d be like this, I might have reconsidered coming here.” My expression was filled with calculated regret. This was just a performance. Showing vulnerability now would make him believe my innocence. He studied me, jaw tight, muscles tense. Then, unexpectedly, he let out a dark, almost cruel laugh. “I am sorry for accusing you, Savannah. But... you understand, there are people spying, lurking. I can trust no one right now.”

“Its power signature… it’s not A-Class anymore. It’s breached S-Class.” I glanced at him. His face was pale under the grime, his knuckles white on the hilt of his sword. I’d never seen him look truly scared before. Wary, yes. Cautious. This was different. This was the look of a man reading his own obituary. “An A-Class Instance spawning an S-Class boss?” Marcus rumbled, his tactical vest creaking as he shifted his weight. “Statistically anomalous. Catastrophically so.”