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

Mr. Easton was on the stage, lecturing with fervent energy, his enthusiasm sending words flying across the room

Suddenly, he caught sight of Aaron sitting against the wall, sneakily engrossed in his own world.

Mr. Easton’s face darkened as he briskly stepped down from the podium.

Still engrossed and unaware, Aaron didn’t notice his teacher approaching until it was too late.

“Hand over your phone! The teacher’s booming voice thundered abow him, making Aaron look up abruptly. He met Mr. Easton’s furious gaze, his face turning pale.

“Sir,

“Give me the phone”

Aaron clutched his phone tightly, his face ashen. His phone was filled with messages about debts. How could he dare to hand it over to the teacher?

Mr. Easton was disappointed yet concemed. He exclaimed, “Aaron, do you think you have all the time in the world? Your scores on the recent quiz put you at the bottom. You didn’t even reach the average benchmark!”

“You know your family’s financial situation. If you’re aware of your hardships, you should be working harder academically than anyone

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Mr. Easton was deeply disheartened.

Although Aaron’s grades weren’t always outstanding, they were consistently good enough for a respectable university acceptance.

However, in the last two months, there had been a drastic decline. Mention of him by any teacher was met with head–shaking disappointment.

“Since you’re not interested in the lesson, out you go now!”

The disdain in Mr. Easton’s eyes, coupled with the anticipatory gazes of his classmates, felt like sharp blades cutting into Aaron.

He barely dared to lift his head and hurried out to stand by the door.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the class, Jade left Class 2 without looking back.

The relief among the students of Class Z was palpable. Jade’s Spanish class was nothing short of torment for them.

After class, a student approached Flora, mentioning that the head teacher, Mr. Keaton, needed to see her

In the office, Carina was there too.

“Carina, your performance this time was somewhat disappointing.

The head teacher of Class A spoke softly, “Your scores in Spanish and Geography have dropped significantly, causing you to fall out of the top ten. Are you feeling too pressured lately?”

“I’ve just been a bit tired. Carina looked down at her score report, feeling bitter.

She had scored only six hundred and eighty points. It was her all–time low.

“Senior year is tough, and the pressure is high, but there are only a few months left. Push a little harder. Even with your scores, hope isn’t

lost”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Alright, you can go now.”

As Carina was about to leave, she saw Flory/enter. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Flora walked straight to Mr. Keaton’s desk, “Six you wanted to see me.”

“Ah, Miss Floral”

The office teachers greeted Flora warmly. The teacher who had just been talking to Carina even scooted closer to Mr. Keaton.

This kind of reception used to be reserved for Carina…

In the past, whenever she visited the office, the teachers were always so enthusiastic, but now, that attention had shifted to Flora

Carina bit her lip, and left.

“Miss Flora, please take a look at your report card.” Mr. Keaton handed her the report card with a hint of imitation, emphasizing the

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Spanish section. “Care to explain? Zero points again?”

didn’t want to do it.”

Flora’s nonchalant reply almost made Mr. Keaton explode with frustration.

Her scores in other subjects were nearly perfect, except for Spanish. It was indeed a headache for Mr. Keaton.