Chapter 83-Don't answer

Mechelle's POV

"Hey, do you know how much money the blackout betting pool raised in the end?" I walked into the classroom, excitedly boasting to Cecilia as I approached her. "A whopping $150,000! Hahaha, it's amazing!"

"At the time of the blackout, you weren't in the classroom; it was like a carnival, with drums beating, firecrackers going off, and the whole school in high spirits! Those who bet on the blackout were frantically adding money, oh my, this scene should go down in the school's history! I'm sure it'll be a big hit in the pack news too," Cecilia looked at me with a disappointed expression.

"Mechelle, you should consider becoming a stand-up comedian."

"I won the bet! I'm overjoyed!" I said, ignoring her discomfort with the topic.

"Where did the money go in the end?" Cecilia asked, changing the subject.

"To Pack High School, the impoverished school we support. Speaking of this, it's really strange."

"What happened?"