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

"Mr. Garcia, you heard it yourself. Mr. Keaton is ready to welcome Tyler into his class," Megan said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and urgency, as if worried Mr. Keaton might change his mind. "Let's just send Tyler over to Class 19. I mean, the kids there aren't exactly acing their exams; Tyler will fit right in!"

Let's make him someone else's problem!

Mr. Garcia could feel a headache brewing from Megan's attitude. However, someone higher up had mentioned they wanted Tyler in a more prestigious class. Could he really shunt Tyler off to Class 19 without any fuss?

Mr. Garcia didn't know this higher-up personally, nor had he ever met them. But he was aware of their formidable influence, being a head honcho among several groups. He was not about to risk ticking them off.

After mulling it over, Mr. Garcia turned to Tyler and asked, "Tyler, I'm leaving the choice up to you. Do you want to go to Class 3 or Class 19?"

At this, Megan's face fell, as if worried Tyler might insist on sticking with her, avoiding him like he was trouble. "Tyler, I think you need a reality check. Even if you join Class 3, you won't keep up. It's better for you to start from the basics in Class 19."

"Tyler, if you're up for it, come to Class 19. I promise to teach you well," Mr. Keaton said with as much warmth as he could muster.

Mr. Garcia also watched Tyler, waiting for his answer.

After a moment of contemplation, Tyler finally said, "I'll go to Class 19."

Megan exhaled in relief, having feared Tyler might opt for Class 3. Luckily, he seemed to recognize his own limits.

She quickly added, "Mr. Garcia, you heard him. He chose Class 19 himself. You can't force him into my class now.

"Alright then," Mr. Garcia sighed.

"Ms. Lee, don't say I didn't try to be fair with you."

Even if Tyler's grades weren't stellar, his connection to that influential figure suggested his status was significant.

If this favor was botched, it wasn't on him.

Megan found Mr. Garcia's words quite entertaining.

Dumping a so-called 'loser' into her class was doing her a favor?

She snorted dismissively.

"Then, Mr. Keaton, please escort your new student to your class," Mr. Garcia said to Mr. Keaton with a gentle smile.

"Sure thing."

Mr. Keaton didn't have much to say. He didn't look down on Tyler and calmly led him away. Megan tagged along behind them.

"Mr. Keaton, you really are a saint," Megan said, clicking her tongue sarcastically. "Us teachers really owe you one. Your Class 19 is like a safety met, catching all these struggling students and lightening our load."

Mr. Keaton's expression darkened immediately; he couldn't stand anyone bad-mouthing his students.

"Ms. Lee, please be respectful. My

students are not losers! They might

not shine academically, but that doesn't define them. Some are amazing at basketball, others are talented artists, and-"

"And what good is that? Does it get them into college?" Megan laughed even louder, "If they don't boost our college admission stats, they're useless to us!"

She shot Tyler a disdainful glance, hands clasped behind her back, strutting off with a smug air.

Mr. Keaton was fuming, his face a mix of red and purple, his mustache twitching with anger.