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Chapter_47
Vivienne stood calmly, her posture relaxed despite the skepticism radiating from the teachers. She wasn’t fazed by their doubt. In fact, it only made her more determined to prove herself. This was exactly what she had been waiting for—a challenge that would require all of her skills and experience.
“Mr. Arkle, I assure you, I’m more than qualified,” she said evenly, her voice calm yet filled with quiet authority. “Experience isn’t measured by age, but by action. I’m more than capable of handling Class Eighteen. In fact, I might just be the one they need.”
The teachers exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of her words. It was rare for anyone, especially someone so young, to speak with such confidence in this environment. But Lysander was quick to interject, clearly eager to put any lingering doubts to rest.
“Believe me,” he said with a reassuring smile, “Vivienne has the skills and the temperament to take on this class. I’ve seen firsthand how she trains students—she’s more than capable of getting through to them. And besides,” he added with a slight chuckle, “she has a unique way of making people listen.”
Vivienne’s face softened slightly, but she didn’t waste time dwelling on the teachers’ doubt. She was used to people underestimating her—especially in situations like this. But she knew the real challenge was yet to come.
“Alright,” she said, turning toward the teachers, “I’ll be taking over starting today. Don’t worry about me. I’ve handled worse situations before.”
The teachers looked at each other, still unconvinced but unwilling to argue with the principal. They had seen enough trouble with Class Eighteen to know that drastic measures were necessary. If Vivienne could somehow get through to these kids, they’d all be grateful.
“Let’s see how this goes,” Ms. Abby muttered under her breath, still skeptical but willing to give Vivienne a chance.
Vivienne nodded, sensing the hesitation in the room. “I’ll meet the class now. Thank you for your time, Mr. Lysander. I’ll make sure to handle everything from here.”
The principal smiled warmly, clearly relieved that Vivienne had arrived. “You’re more than welcome, Vivienne. Good luck.”
As Vivienne walked out of the office, she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the chaos that would likely await her. She had been through many challenges in her life, and this was just another one she had to face head-on. The students in Class Eighteen may be rich and spoiled, but they weren’t invincible. Vivienne had learned long ago that with the right approach, anyone could be shaped.
When she reached the classroom, she could already hear the noise from the hallway. Laughter, shouting, and the unmistakable sound of something being thrown across the room. She opened the door without hesitation, stepping into the whirlwind.
The room immediately quieted when they saw her, though it wasn’t out of respect. No, it was the curiosity that always followed when something new entered their territory. Vivienne wasn’t their regular teacher. She wasn’t even the kind of person they’d expect to see in front of them. But that was fine.
She placed her bag on the desk and faced the class, her eyes scanning the room with calm assurance. “Good morning, Class Eighteen,” she said, her voice clear and commanding.
The students were a mix of boys and girls, all with expensive clothes and arrogant expressions, clearly not used to anyone addressing them with authority. But Vivienne wasn’t intimidated. She knew how to make them listen.
One student, a tall boy with shaggy brown hair and a cocky smile, leaned back in his chair. “What’s this? Another substitute? Are you here to entertain us, or what?”
Vivienne didn’t react to his sarcastic tone. Instead, she walked over to the chalkboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and began writing. As she did, she spoke, her voice calm but forceful.
“I’m not here to entertain you,” she said, turning to face them. “I’m here to teach you. Whether you like it or not, you’ll learn something in this class. I don’t care if you’re rich or poor, if you’re a troublemaker or a genius. You will learn. And if you don’t, you’ll regret it.”
The room fell silent. The students exchanged uncertain glances. This was different. They hadn’t had a teacher speak to them like this in a long time.
Vivienne set the chalk down and looked at them with steady eyes. “I’ll start with a simple rule. If you disrespect me, I’ll make sure you regret it. But if you show me respect, I’ll make sure this class is worth your time.”
There was a tense moment, but then one of the girls, a pretty blonde who had been eyeing Vivienne since she entered, spoke up. “And what makes you think we’ll respect you?”
Vivienne smiled slightly, her eyes glinting with determination. “I don’t need your respect. But I’ll earn it. And you’ll see just how quickly things can change.”
The girl’s confident smirk faltered for a moment. She clearly hadn’t expected this.
As the bell rang and the class reluctantly settled into their seats, Vivienne felt a sense of quiet triumph. This was only the beginning.
