Anthea was so easy to talk to that Bain was taken aback. He continued, “Then go see the


    homeroom teacher of ss 7ter, okay?”


    “Sure.” Anthea nodded.


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


    Anthea ryed 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 sses!”


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


    leaving!”


    Anthea chuckled andforted her, “Lizzie, I’m just moving to another ss, not transferring to a


    new school. Besides, I’ll be right next door in ss 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 ss 7.


    Though only a wall separated ss 7 from the prestigious elite ss, the discipline was notably


    looser. As they approached, the sounds ofughter and chatter spilled out.


    “Holy smokes! The teacher has arrived!”


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


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


    themselves.


    Waldron shoved the ssroom door open and strode to the podium, pping his ruler down with a


    sharp crack, “My goodness! Our ss must be the quietest in the whole grade! How wonderfully


    behaved you all are! Such ster 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 ssroom, a slight smile ying 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 ss. Let’s give her a warm wee with a round of apuse!”


    At this, a wave of enthusiastic pping, 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 ss.”


    Anthea nodded slightly and approached the podium, “Hey everyone, I’m Anthea Yeager. I’ll be with


    you for the uing year. I’m looking forward to getting to know you all.”


    “Whoa, check out the stunner!”


    “Wee to the ss!”


    “I heard she’s the Anthea from the elite ss 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.”