The Elite School

CLASS F???!!!

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My bones were shivering. Even though it was such a hot summer day, I still felt cold from the nervousness I had. Today was the day, I would be told whether I was accepted and my result for what class I would be in. Although I tried to act humble and confused, I knew what I was going to get. The entrance exam was so easy. Like come on, those kinds of stuff I learned in homeschool when I was like 13. 

Chris and I had applied and taken the entrance exam a couple of months ago. We had to travel to Wellington in the North Island where there were only less than 10 other people attempting it. It was a 5-hour exam that tested our general knowledge, including Science, Maths, English, and social studies. We had the option to choose what out 5th topic would be. It could either be another language, technology or art. Chris and I both chose another language. 

I was waiting outside my school for Chris. The Elite School had sent the letters to our school, where we could collect them. It was a Saturday morning and no other students were here. Chris and I both promised we would go collect them and open it together. However, Chris was late. Where the hell was he? 

After waiting for nearly another 10 minutes, he finally arrived on his motorbike. His nickname for her was Suzie which he had graffitied on his bike in large white. I rolled my eyes. How was he not embarrassed by that? 

"Morning Ames," he said as he grinned at me, taking off his helmet as walked towards me. "Sorry for being late. Traffic was a bitch this morning." 

"Yeah, well you certainly took your time. Come on. Let's go in and find out what we received."

"Ok, ok. But come on Ames, we already know what we got." he smiled at me and we walked into the office. Our letters were waiting on the front desk for us to collect. We grabbed them and walked outside again.  I could feel myself beaming as I held the golden envelope. I could just feel what it said inside. How I would be one of the top students, and they were so thankful that I actually applied here. I knew that I would be in Class A. There was no way, I wouldn't be. I finally allowed myself to grin. Why in the world was I nervous? Chris was right. We both knew what I got. It was so obvious. 

We walked to in front of Suzie and held out our letters.

"Ready?" Chris asked? 

"Of course," I replied. 

" Well then," he said, "We open the envelopes on 3."

"1, 2, 3!" We tore open the envelope. We unfolded and read to ourselves what our letter said. 

Dear Amy

We are pleased to be writing to you to congratulate you on your acceptance into The Elite School! Your application was outstanding and your results on our entrance exam were phenominal! We are very happy to say that, because of your academic results, you have won 1 of the 2 scholarships offered to New Zealand to attend The Elite School. Please, find attached your handbook for what is expected of you at school, and the class you will be in. We thank you for attempting this procedure and look forward to seeing you in February to begin your school year at The Elite School!

Sincerely 

_______, Principal of The Elite School. (Author's Note -omg such a bad writer. I'll figure out a name soon, I promise)

I nearly screamed after finishing reading the letter. I knew it. I got accepted! Although I knew I would get in, it was still exciting. I looked up but instantly stopped smiling when I saw Chris's face.  He looked miserable

"What is it?" I asked. "What does yours say?"

He looked up at me and said. "I ... I ... I didn't get accepted." He looked so shocked and that he was about to cry.  

"What!?" I couldn't believe it. How could Chris not get accepted??!! I snatched the letter out of his hand. "No way! Here, let me have  a look!."

As I stared at his paper, Chris began to grin and started chuckling. "Gosh, Ames, sometimes you are truly hilarious. Did you really think I didn't get accepted?" He started laughing again. 

I realised that as I read the letter, other than my name, it had said the exact same thing as mine. I chucked the letter back at him. 

"Chris, what the heck?" I scoffed at him. "Don't do that to me again Chris. I seriously thought I was going to go to the school by myself.  But I'm seriously so happy. We both got the 2 scholarships offered to New Zealand! I knew you would get it and I'm so happy you did!"I smiled widely at him. 

"Oh did you really want me to come with you that badly?" He grinned. 

I looked at him confused why he would ask that. "Yeah, of course. You are a good friend of mine. I would have no one to talk to otherwise."

He stopped grinning then. "Well um anyway. Oh that's right. We need to check what class we got into. Although I think we both know what it will be. "

Right the classes. We took out a small piece of folded paper. The Elite School was separated into 6 different classes, which were labelled Class A, Class B, Class C... all the way to Class F. Class A was where the top of the top students who applied got into, while the lowest went into Class F. 

Now EVERYONE obviously wanted to be in Class A. Supposedly, it had the best equipment, and the largest and fanciest classrooms where you could study. Wouldn't that be amazing. Each other class progressively had less quality equipment, from Class B to Class F where Class F had the lowest quality and was just like your normal typical boring classroom, with nothing special about it.

To me, this seemed weird, as to even be accepted into The Elite School, you still had to be one of the top students in your country. So Class F should still have some incredibly smart people. But of course, I wanted to get into Class A. I wanted to study in that environment and I knew I deserved to be in that classroom. I felt like I would die if I got into Class F. How embarrassing would that be! If you got into Class F, you could count on the fact that you would be made fun of for the rest of your life!

"You go first," I told Chris. "And please don't joke this time."He took a deep breath and unfolded the paper. He looked shocked at first but then was instantly grinning at me.. He handed me his piece of paper. I looked down at it, and saw the letter A, completely bright gold and filled up the whole piece of paper. I smiled back at him. If he could get into Class A, then that means I would have ....

I gave him back his paper and hastily unfolded my piece of paper. I was grinning so badly, I wasn't really concentrating on what was labelled on my paper.  That's probably why it took me a while to fully notice the differences on mine.  My grin turned into a frown. I folded the piece of paper and unfolded it again. But it was still the same. 

My frown turned into shock and anger. There must have been a mistake. What the hell does this mean? I continued folding and unfolding the paper, again and again, hoping it would change. But of course, it was still the same. 

"Amy, are you alright? Why do you keep on doing that?" Chris asked worriedly as he came behind me to look at my paper. He stopped short and just stared as I showed him the paper. 

There was still a single large letter that filled up the whole page, but instead of gold, it was just plain old boring black. It was almost a greyish sort of colour. There were no fancy decorations whatsoever. However, that wasn't the main thing shocked and confused me. 

It was the fact that the letter was an F. 

Not an A like Chris had. Not the letter that represented the class I should have been in. No it was an F. 

I was in the cabbage class. 

How the fuck did this happen to me?