Chapter Seven

'Dera, you're incredible! If Mr. Johnson had treated me the way he did to you today, I would have burst into tears. I can't believe how composed you are,' one of her classmates expressed.

'Top students don't cry,' another classmate chimed in proudly. 'You handled that situation admirably, Dera.'

'Dera, your resilience is truly inspiring.'

'Yes, absolutely! Dera, never stop holding onto hope, okay?'

Inwardly, Dera murmured, I wish I could still hold onto hope. Unfortunately, Mr. Johnson shattered it just a few moments ago, as she retrieved her Government notebook and pen.

Concern was evident on the faces of her classmates. Despite being students who relied on their parents, they genuinely wanted to assist Dera in any way they could. Dera sensed their genuine concern, realising they weren't mocking her.

'Why does everyone appear so downcast?' the Government teacher enquired as she gracefully entered the classroom, exuding elegance in her beige blazer layered over a crisp white top. Completing her ensemble, she combined it with a black skirt and comfortable flats. 'Attention, everyone. Kindly direct your attention to page 105 of your Government textbooks.'

Upon seeing the teacher, the other students promptly retrieved their Government textbooks and flipped to the specified page.

The young female teacher glanced at Dera and remarked, 'Dera, dreams come without a cost, so never cease dreaming.'

Those words breathed life back into Dera's hope. Gratitude illuminated her face as she beamed. Taking a deep breath, she felt a renewed determination coursing through her veins. She knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but she was prepared to face the challenges head-on.

Since she didn't have her own Government textbook, she leaned over to read from her desk partner's book.