From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

Anthea was so easy to talk to that Bain was taken aback. He continued, “Then go see the homeroom teacher of Class 7 later, okay?”

“Sure.” Anthea nodded.

When she got to the classroom, Lizzie asked with curiosity, “Ann, what did Mr. Bain want with you?”

Anthea relayed Bain’s message to her.

Hearing this, Lizzie frowned and said, “Why’s Mr. Bain gotta be like that? We’re in our senior year and he’s making you switch classes!”

As she spoke, Lizzie wrapped her arm around Anthea, “Ann, I can’t bear the thought of you leaving!”

Anthea chuckled and comforted her, “Lizzie, I’m just moving to another class, not transferring to a new school. Besides, I’ll be right next door in Class 7. We can still hang out at lunch together!”

“That kinda makes sense.” Lizzie helped Anthea pack her things.

Just then, Anthea seemed to remember something and pulled out a greaseproof paper bag from her backpack, “Oh Lizzie, here’s your favorite sandwich, my mom made it herself. Tell me if it tastes good.”

Anthea had brought it, especially for Lizzie. After all, Lizzie was the only one who had been truly kind to her.

“Thanks, Ann.” Lizzie lit up her eyes at the mention of food.

After packing up, Anthea followed the homeroom teacher, Mr. Waldron, to Class 7.

Though only a wall separated Class 7 from the prestigious elite class, the discipline was notably looser. As they approached, the sounds of laughter and chatter spilled out.

“Holy smokes! The teacher has arrived!”

Someone quipped, and the previously noisy classroom fell silent in an instant.

Makeup was stashed away, mirrors snapped shut, phones disappeared, and everyone busied themselves.”

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Waldron shoved the classroom door open and strode to the podium, slapping his ruler down with a sharp crack, “My goodness! Our class must be the quietest in the whole grade! How wonderfully behaved you all are! Such stellar students and so self–disciplined! Oh, you’re just the cream of the crop, the finest group I’ve

ever taught!”

Waldron had a knack for sarcasm as evidenced by his current speech. The students, well–versed in his ways, were silent as mice.

Anthea stood outside the classroom, a slight smile playing on her lips.

This new teacher had a sense of humor.

Waldron surveyed the students and then announced, “Today, we have a new student transferring to our class. Let’s give her a warm welcome with a round of applause!”

At this, a wave of enthusiastic clapping, and even some whistling, filled the room.

Anthea, with her backpack slung over her shoulder, walked in from outside.

Waldron turned to Anthea, “Please introduce yourself to the class.”

Anthea nodded slightly and approached the podium, “Hey everyone, I’m Anthea Yeager. I’ll be with you for the upcoming year. I’m looking forward to getting to know you NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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“Whoa, check out the stunner!”

“Welcome to the class!”

“I heard she’s the Anthea from the elite class next door!”

“Dude! The one from the Morris family, the faux heiress?”

“Alright! Quiet down, everyone!” Waldron rapped the ruler again and then pointed to an empty seat, “Anthea, you can take that seat over there.”

“Thank you.”

Anthea carried her backpack to her new seat, next to a somewhat plump girl who quickly stood up to offer her the spot.

“Thanks a lot.”