The Elites is a story about the inside lives of rich, spoilt elite kids, depicting the struggles they have to go through to prove themselves to the world, and to themselves as they seek to find acceptance, power, inheritance, Trust , Truth and love...
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Jeremiah
"Jeremy!"
I kept walking. I didn't stop for a second, not even with Kingsley right behind me, calling my name, trying to get my attention, trying to get me to stop.
"J!"
I was going to stop at the glass balcony anyway, so if he really wanted to talk, he had to catch up on his own. I took a deep breath, coming to a stop in front of the huge glass at the end of the hall, that allowed you to see outside from up there. I exhaled, placing my hands on my hips, as everything that had happened began to play in my head. I was having an anxiety attack, coupled with a lot of stress. Why did I feel so angry? Why did I act the way I did back there?
"Jerry!"
I turned to Kingsley the moment he called my name again. He was really close to me this time, really really close. He came to a stop in front of me, and looked at me for quite some time.
"Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?" He asked me the moment he noticed I was trying to rub my forehead. "What was that back there?"
I honestly wished I knew. I drew a deep breath, and then turned back to the glass. Pretending to be too concentrated on what was going on outside. I hoped he could see and understand that I wasn't sure why I got so angry, and more so, that I wasn't going to talk about it, because I didn't want to. I turned to him quickly.
"I need air." I told him after I drew one last breath. He squinted his eyes, he was probably wondering what I meant.
"Huh?"
"We don't have any more classes today, do we?" I didn't even wait for him to reply to that. I gave him a quick tap on his shoulder. "See you around."
I turned around quickly, and hurried out.
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Kora
I drew a deep breath.
I had locked myself up all day in the closest storage room I could find to the music hall for hours, since after I had walked out from everyone in the hall, crying my eyes out and reminding myself of how much I hated my life. Of how much of my past I hated. I was so angry with everyone, hurt, embarrassed, and disappointed. There were a lot of emotions welling up within me, some, I hadn't even defined yet. All I knew was, I had to stay in a place where no one was ever going to find me. I was too ashamed of myself to try and show my face to anyone, too ashamed to even walk to my room.
