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Chapter_52
Logan’s voice carried an urgency that caught the attention of the other students lingering in the hallway. Within moments, he had rounded up a few of his classmates, who reluctantly followed him to the principal’s office, still muttering about Vivienne’s strange authority. They couldn’t quite figure her out, but one thing was clear: she was unlike any teacher they had encountered before.
As Logan entered the principal’s office, he saw Vivienne waiting by the door with Charlotte, who looked like she might be regretting asking about Vivienne’s credentials. Vivienne, however, looked entirely unfazed, her usual calm demeanor never wavering.
“Hey, Vivienne,” Logan said, raising an eyebrow at the stacks of test papers piled on the floor. “This looks like more work than we signed up for.”
Vivienne, without a hint of hesitation, pointed to the papers. “These need to be delivered to each subject’s classroom, neatly organized. I don’t care how you do it, just get it done.”
Logan exhaled, taking in the sheer amount of work. The class of Class Eighteen, with their rebellious attitudes and casual disregard for authority, was about to be pushed further than they had ever been before.
“You’re serious about this, huh?” Logan asked, his voice quieter now, a hint of respect creeping in. He glanced at Charlotte, who had adopted an almost apologetic expression.
Vivienne gave him a brief, knowing glance. “I don’t waste time on things I’m not serious about, Logan. The test is not just about the subjects; it’s about showing them what they’re capable of. It’s time to put in the work.”
Charlotte, who had been hovering by Vivienne’s side, spoke up. “You really believe we can all do this, right? No more excuses?”
Vivienne nodded firmly, “I believe in each of you. You just have to believe in yourselves.”
Charlotte let out a soft chuckle, “You’re like a walking motivational speech. If we had teachers like you before, maybe things would’ve been different for us.”
Vivienne raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond, watching as Logan and the others began to carefully carry the test papers out of the office. “Let’s go,” she said, her voice commanding yet calm. “We’re not done yet.”
The group followed her, their sense of dread slowly turning into a quiet determination. The students of Class Eighteen were about to experience something they had never expected: the genuine attention of a teacher who believed in them, not just as students, but as individuals capable of change.
As they made their way back to the classroom, Logan walked next to Vivienne, still trying to figure her out. “So, what’s your plan for us, really? Just flood us with tests, or is there more to it?”
Vivienne glanced at him, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “The tests are just a starting point, Logan. They need to see where they stand. But more importantly, they need to see that someone believes in their potential. That’s how real change starts.”
Logan considered her words for a moment before shaking his head. “You’re really something else, Vivienne.”
Charlotte, still walking beside them, looked over at Vivienne. “You’re not going to make us study every night, are you? I mean… that sounds exhausting.”
Vivienne turned to her with a glimmer of humor in her eyes. “No, but if you can’t study even a little, then we have a bigger problem, don’t we?”
The rest of the students filtered back into the classroom, looking at Vivienne with newfound respect. The intimidating teacher who had used a snake to scare Oberon into submission was now their source of inspiration.
Vivienne stood in front of the class, her calm presence commanding attention. “Alright, class. Get ready. You’re going to learn what it means to push yourselves, to challenge the limits you’ve set for yourselves. This test is only the beginning. Show me what you’re capable of.”
The students, once rebels in a system they felt abandoned by, were now starting to feel something new: the weight of their own potential. As Vivienne handed out the papers, they saw not just the daunting task ahead, but an opportunity.
For the first time in a long while, they weren’t just fighting against the world—they were fighting for themselves.
And maybe, just maybe, they would win.
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