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

"Hey, folks, give Yvonne a hand with moving her stuff. She's officially part of Class Three now. And if anyone thinks about giving her a hard time, just remember, I'm not as lenient as Principal Keaton. Some people better watch themselves." Sandy shot a pointed look at Felicity as she spoke.

Everyone got the hint loud and clear-Sandy's warning was aimed squarely at Felicity. But Felicity, completely unfazed, just popped on her headphones and dove into her game, tuning out the world.

Sandy was beside herself with frustration. She couldn't wrap her head around how someone like Felicity ended up at Westbrook High. After all, this school had a stellar reputation, having churned out a valedictorian two decades ago. To Sandy, Felicity was the most infuriating student she'd ever met.

At least Yvonne was out of there now. Sandy watched with a satisfied smile as Yvonne approached, her arms full of books. This girl was a breath of fresh air, rightfully earning praise for her brilliant designs. Those accolades were all hers, no question.

"Felicity, this is all on you. If you hadn't kept hurting Yvonne, she'd still be with us in Class Nineteen."

Once the room cleared out, an accusatory voice pierced the air, targeting Felicity. Lost in her game, Felicity was oblivious to everything around her.

"Felicity, how can you still sit there playing games?" A girl stormed over, yanking the phone from Felicity's grip. "Do you even care? Yvonne switched classes because of you. It's all your fault. You should be the one switching classes or leaving the school."

Having her phone snatched so abruptly, Felicity was already on edge and now even more irritated. She looked up, slightly confused by the unfamiliar face in front of her.noveldrama

"Who are you?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.

The rest of Class Nineteen was dumbfounded. Was Felicity serious?

"Felicity, drop the act."

Felicity casually reclaimed her phone, gave the girl a dismissive glance, and said, "Mind your own business."

Her bold attitude was nothing new and Class Nineteen was used to it But with tensions running high those with existing grudges now

nd their dislike deepening

"You need to apologize to the teacher and Yvonne. Get the teacher to bring

Yvonne back, or I swear I won't let this go."

"If you've got a screw loose, get it fixed. If you can't do it in person, try online. It's all a mess anyway."

During the altercation, Felicity's

phone hit the floor, the screen cracking in one corner. The ruckus came to a halt. Everyone knew how much Felicity valued her phone. This wouldn't end well.

"Why are you giving me that look? I just slipped. It's just a phone screen. I'll get

you a new one, no big deal. But only if you apologize to Yvonne."

Felicity didn't respond. She simply picked up her phone and asked a nearby classmate about the girl's seat.

Without missing a beat, she walked

over to the girl's desk, picked it

up,

and, after making sure no one was

behind the building, tossed the desk and books out the window.

"Oh, sorry, my hand slipped."