The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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Vivienne hopped into a cab, telling the driver to head for Cloudcrest High School. Once she arrived, she paid the fare and made a beeline for the principal’s office.

Vivienne had never been to Cloudcrest High School before. She randomly asked a student for directions and quickly found her way.

As she neared the principal’s office, she heard voices inside.

Vivienne swore she wasn’t trying to eavesdrop; it just so happened that the door was ajar.

Because there were people talking inside, she didn’t want to barge in uninvited, so she decided to hang out by the door.

Consequently, the conversation inside made its way to her ears.

“Principal, I can’t deal with the students in Class Eighteen any longer, last time they put a trash can over my head and gave me a beating. I’ve still got the bruises. If you insist on me teaching Class Eighteen, I’ll have to quit.” Vivienne peeked inside the office, the speaker was a man in his forties, wearing glasses, looking like a gentleman. His face was filled with pain. as he rubbed his arm.

“I can’t handle them either, they used to put cockroaches in my textbooks, but this time they put a rat in it! You know how terrified I am of rats.” A woman in her thirties added, “These students are beyond redemption. I’m at my wits’ end.”

“Principal, you can’t keep throwing us under the bus, we’re not trying to shirk our responsibilities, it’s just we can’t get through to them. We’re here to teach, not to risk our lives!” Another male teacher chimed in.

The Principal Lysander Harper exhaled a deep sigh, “I understand, you’ve all been put in a tough spot. But we can’t just let it slide. The higher-ups have issued an order, if none of the students from Class Eighteen get into college this year like before, then our status as an elite school will be revoked.”

Lysander felt helpless hearing the teachers’ complaints. Havenwood was a big city, home to many high schools, but only Cloudcrest High School was an elite school.

The school fees for this elite school were astronomical, yet every year, many people would do whatever it takes to get in, causing a headache for the regular schools trying to recruit students.

Especially because Cloudcrest High School had a class known as the “demon class”-senior year Class Eighteen.

The students in this class all came from wealthy families, their academic performance was abysmal, and they were all lumped together in the same class. These students were notorious troublemakers, and things only got worse when they gathered together.

They often bullied teachers and classmates, it was all too common.

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issue was, Lysander

these students’ parents all made donations to the

students but not those

was too outrageous and was severely affecting other students. As a result, many parents jointly reported this to the Department of Education who took this matter seriously. They demanded that Class Eighteen be rectified. If none of the students from Class

revoked.

board on

What could he do?

that this will tarnish the school’s reputation, but sir, Class Eighteen… it’s a real hellhole, we

felt troubled. He sat down, took a sip of water, and

closer look and his face lit up with joy, he quickly stood up, “Miss Vivienne, you’re

His savior

was here to deal

good days

Vivienne walked in and greeted

ease now

wasn’t just buttering her up, he truly

worry that Vivienne. might change her

he felt he could finally get a good night’s

without any further ado, she

lowdown on Class Eighteen when he

what the class was all

were just some presumptuous rich children, but those more presumptuous than them could be

her.

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on, let

teachers in his

is our newly appointed class teacher for Class Eighteen, and she will be in charge of all Class

to Vivienne and introduced the forty-something man in glasses, “This is Mr. Dennis, the

pointed to the woman in her thirties,

male teacher, “This is Mr.

Vivienne, “The other teachers have gone to their classrooms. I’ll introduce you

few teachers, “Hey, Mr. Dennis, Ms. Abby, Mr. Arkle,

three teachers didn’t

They were freaking out!