The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Chapter 47

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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was, Lysander

students’ parents all made

he was the principal, he had the power to expel other students but not those in Class Eighteen,

other students. As a result, many parents jointly reported this to the Department of Education who took this matter seriously. They demanded that

revoked.

the school board on edge, urging him to find

What could he do?

the school’s reputation, but sir, Class Eighteen… it’s a real hellhole, we all want to live

down, took a sip of water, and fell silent for

he looked up again, he noticed a figure standing outside the door. He took a closer look and his face lit up with joy, he quickly stood up, “Miss Vivienne, you’re finally

His savior was

was here to

days

Lysander.” Vivienne walked in

now

wasn’t just buttering her up, he truly felt

messaged him, he was thrilled, but then he started to worry that Vivienne. might change her mind after a good night’s

in front of him, he felt he

again, without any further ado, she

given her the lowdown on Class Eighteen when he invited

what the class was

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

her.

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let me

teachers in his office

to them, “This is our newly appointed class teacher for Class Eighteen, and

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

her thirties, “This is Ms. Abby, the

teacher, “This is Mr. Arkle, the chemistry

other teachers have gone to their classrooms. I’ll

teachers, “Hey, Mr. Dennis, Ms. Abby, Mr. Arkle, what’s

three teachers

They were freaking out!