Chapter 59
Rachel was also one of the students who had to clean the restrooms. Her eyes burned with resentment and jealousy as she glared at Yolanda's retreating figure. "It's so obvious that she's got connections. Otherwise, Mr. Coleman wouldn't be treating her like this!"
Realization dawned on everyone as Rachel's words sank in. Then, their anger intensified. "I can't believe she used connections to get in. She's so shameless!"Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
"Who does she think she is? She ought to take a good look at herself and realize what a joke she is!"
A sly smile crept onto Rachel's face as she watched the crowd's anger grow. Then, she gathered the students who were also stuck with toilet- cleaning duty.
"Let's find a way to teach that loser a lesson. I want her to see that she can't just act all superior because she has Mr. Coleman backing her up! Here's the plan. After school, we corner her and..."
Rachel's plan instantly wiped away Yvonne's resentment over being reprimanded by Harvey and punished with toilet-cleaning duty on the very first day of school.
Yolanda was trash and should know her place. She would soon realize that First Academy was out of her league.
Then, Yvonne glanced at the main entrance of the classroom building and suddenly recalled that Yolanda hadn't been assigned to a class yet. Promptly, she slipped away from the crowd and made a beeline for the building.
After entering the classroom building, she noticed that Harvey and Yolanda had finished their tour on the first floor and were starting up the stairs. Pretending to head back to her classroom, she quietly followed behind them.
After reaching the second floor, Harvey and Yolanda walked straight down the corridor to the classroom at the end. When Yvonne saw them stop at that classroom, her eyes widened in surprise. That classroom was Class A, the most prestigious class at First Academy.
It was safe to say that Class A was given the best resources the school had to offer, along with all the opportunities to represent the school in competitions and priority for recommendations to prestigious universities.
At that moment, Yvonne stared
daggers at Yolanda, her jealousy reaching a fever pitch. She had sacrificed countless nights of sleep before the exams and had devoted herself to mastering piano and traditional painting to earn additional points. Yet, all her hard work had only earned her a spot in Class C.
Yolanda, on the other hand, had effortlessly deceived her way into Harvey's good graces and was now brazenly placed in Class A after being released from the juvenile detention center.
How was this fair? How could that piece of trash be in Class A?
Yvonne's face flushed with anger. However, she quickly pulled herself together and pulled out her phone. Then, she texted her friend, Tina Beck, who was in Class A.
Meanwhile, Clara Bet, the homeroom teacher of Class A, followed the principal's orders and escorted Yolanda into the classroom.
She clapped her hands twice to get everyone's attention and announced, "Everyone, quiet down! I'd like you att to meet our new classmate, Yolanda Henderson. She'll be joining us for the rest of high school, so let's all give her a warm welcome!
The students in Class A who were studying looked at Yolanda with disinterest. A few looked at Yolanda with visible distaste because of her appearance, while most simply glanced her way before diving back into their test papers.
After all, Class A was the best class in First Academy, and the pressure from the frequent changes in the roster made its atmosphere notably heavier than in other classes.
It was the first day of school, and the
baseline test was just around the corner, so most of the students were using every last minute to
cram, Consequently, after Claral
introduced Yolanda, the applause in the classroom was sparse and short-lived.
"Yolanda, go ahead and sit in the back row by the window," Clara said, used to the students' indifference. After assigning Yolanda her seat, she went to break the seal on the envelope with the test papers inside.
Just then, Tina, who was seated in the middle of the classroom, piped up. "Ms. Bet, I have a question!"