From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Chapter 62

After Daniel retreated to his room, he hopped onto his GlobalGigaNet account, eager to check his messages. Scrolling through, he was shocked that Sherman had boldly asked Phoenix to connect on the chat app.

But Phoenix had turned him down.

Daniel’s jaw dropped in shock and a look of utter disbelief painted across his face.

Man, this Phoenix was something else!

Mad respect!

His curiosity about Phoenix was growing by the second!

The Morris family was still as death, the moonlight barely penetrating the heavy curtains of the bedroom. A solitary figure lay in bed, engulfed by the shadows.

“No, please, no!” The figure jolted awake from a nightmare, fumbling to switch on the bedside lamp, her face pale as a sheet, forehead slick with cold sweat.

Rebecca had been haunted by that dream again.

Even upon waking, she couldn’t shake off the pain and despair from her past life’s final moments and that face.

Just the thought of it filled her with an unbearable dread.

In this life, she was determined to break the cycle.

Clutching the covers tightly, her hands trembling, Rebecca fired up her computer and typed in a name. The screen threw back a 404 error, showing no information found.

powerlessness gnawed at her. Her fate was in the hands of another, out of

her mind. Right, there was Mr. Christensen.

his side, at

to catch Mr. Christensen’s eye.

up her game

eyes narrowed with

clock at the local rotisserie, counting the days

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had just stepped inside when someone practicing French caught her ear. She paused, looking a bit

life, she was a multilingual master, juggling ten languages with ease, while rubbing elbows with world–class elites who also possessed flawless language

rough pronunciation was jarring to her ears, stirring an almost irresistible

1. it.

Baldie noticed Anthea, he greeted her, “Hey, Anthea, how are you?”

smiled in

said. “You into it?” Mid–sentence,

be

I

you know? If you want, I can teach you. I’m the top of my class,” he added, a

students was an unspoken rule. The underachievers hung out together, and the high–flyers stuck to their own.

representative, Baldie was the dream of many girls in class.