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

Since that whole drama unfolded, Fiona's name spread like wildfire—not just at Westbrook High School, but even in schools nearby. Teachers from all over started visiting Westbrook High, eager to learn the secret behind her sudden academic leap.

Class 19 wasn't the butt of jokes anymore.

"Man, these people are such snobs. They used to look down on us, treating Class 19 like a bunch of nobodies. Now they're practically lining up to be our best buddies," one student quipped.

"Totally. We shouldn't even give them the time of day. Let them stew in their own attitudes. Class 19 isn't something to be ashamed of," another agreed.

"Honestly, when I mention I'm from Class 19 now, people actually respect me. Even my mom's upped my allowance, and I'm getting way fewer lectures," someone else chimed in.

Fiona just gave a quiet smile. Thanks to the incident, many students in Class 19 were receiving heaps of praise. On top of that, Fiona was being invited as a special guest to several academic panels.

With her schedule busier than ever, Fiona wasn't the only one soaking up the limelight. Nash and Tyler were also basking in newfound attention. Mr. Garcia was escorting them around, boasting about them being the model students of Westbrook High.

Back in the day, when they were just faces in the crowd in Class 19, nobody gave them a second glance.noveldrama

Fiona and her crew had completely overshadowed Yvenne, who once held a reputation as a role model. But for many parents, grades were the real deal- breaker, and Fiona's meteoric rise from last to top of the class had folks green with envy.

"Fiona, Jackson's waiting at the gate. Hurry up," Nash shouted over.

Fiona absentmindedly nodded, still engrossed in texting Jasmine, whose info was crucial for Fiona's upcoming plans.

After stashing her phone, Fiona made a beeline for the school gate, catching snippets of whispers along the way.

"Fiona, can I get your autograph?" a young girl blocked her path.

Fiona looked up, a bit irked. "Are you sure you want an autograph from a troublemaker like me?"

"You're no troublemaker. You're the top of the class, a genius. The teachers say you're a diamondan the rough, now shining bright. I know who you are," the girl insisted.

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Fiona felt a headache coming on, unsure how to respond. It seemed everyone was fixated on her success, oblivious to the effort

behind it.

"I've been known to get into fights, stir up trouble, drink, and more. Are you sure

you want my autograph?" Fiona challenged.

The girl hesitated, clearly weighing her options after Fiona's words.

At the school gate, Jackson was casually leaning against the door of a sleek black Rolls-Royce, while Nash stood before him, looking like he'd just gotten an earful. Fiona's timing couldn't have been better, saving Nash from more grief.