Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

"It's okay, I guess."

Flora replied casually.

"Either it's good or bad, what's 'okay' supposed to mean?" Debra frowned, turning to Joy. "Joy, weren't you in the same exam room as Flora? Did you notice how she was doing?"

"Flora, well..." Joy fiddled with her hair, looking a bit troubled, unsure how to put it. "From the moment she walked in, she was asleep. She only woke up in the last half hour to finish the test and hand it in." The room fell into a stunned silence.

They couldn't believe what they'd just heard.

Flora had been sleeping since she entered the exam room?

And only started working on the test in the last half hour?

Ridiculous!

"Flora, that's too much!"

Debra, finally snapping out of it, was almost in tears.

The other members of the Austenberg team glared at Flora with a mix of anger and disbelief, their eyes red, as if they wanted to tear her apart.

They had sacrificed sleep for months, seizing every moment to study, just to score an extra point or two in this competition. But Flora?

They didn't expect her to score high. They had even accepted the possibility of her dragging them down. But Flora's attitude was something they couldn't stomach.

Did she even care about this competition? Did she care about them at all?

did, she wouldn't have slept through the

at Flora. "Do you have a grudge against us? Can't you take this seriously for once, without messing everything up?" "I did take it seriously. I didn't mess up," Flora said,

still making excuses!" Debra roared. "If we lose, it'll be your

much we've put into this competition? And you're just throwing

attitude, why did you even join? We would've been better off

have been

wishing they could tear Flora

like a joke, and Flora had no right to

spiraled out of control, Mr.

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make more of a

was over; what use was there in saying

give others more reason to

commotion had already drawn

getting late. Let's go have dinner,"

stop crying. Let's

and the others

of her made them

wished they could punch

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He was genuinely afraid

low, and, Austenberg wouldn't

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