37: Dealing With Financial Crisis

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"To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you so early in the morning?" Miss Tiffany asked Lisa, when she walked into her classroom early in the morning. Miss Tiffany was Lisa's counselor, that would help her and advise her towards her choices in the future. Miss Tiffany would always convince Lisa to graduate earlier and go off to college, but Lisa always told her she wanted to stay.

"I had this great idea." Lisa said, as she ate her chocolate chip cookie. After what happened with Jennie a couple of days ago, Amelia had been baking cookies to cheer her up. Lisa never got to eat them at home in the morning, so she took them to school.

"You are finally going to follow my advise?" Miss Tiffany questioned her, having high hopes to hear the answer 'yes' coming out of Lisa's mouth.

"No." Once again, Miss Tiffany was disappointed. "I wanted to help people with the money my grandfather has left for me. I was thinking of opening a scholarship fund for three different students. The school could help me contact the exam agency and have them conduct exams of different subjects that would be given to those students who don't have the money to go to university but surely have the brains. I mean, I would have helped more than three but I don't want to go overboard and-"

Lisa was taken by surprise when Miss Tiffany stood up from her seat to hug Lisa. Lisa never had a teacher hug her, not even Miss Tiffany. Lisa has forgotten what a warm embrace from another adult - other than James and Amelia - felt like. Lisa hugged her back and Miss Tiffany patted Lisa's back, softly. "I am so proud of you, Lisa. You are slowly becoming my favourite student in my 20 years of teaching."

Miss Tiffany pulled away and Lisa stared at her. She had never seen her teacher display such a bright smile. "I just think that some students in West Woods need to expand their education and in a world like ours, money is conventional and could help at least 3 of them conquer their dreams. I hope in the future I can help even more students, but I want to see how helping these 3 works out." Lisa elaborated her idea and Miss Tiffany was very attentive to what she was saying. Sometimes Lisa felt like teachers didn't care much about what students had to say, but Miss Tiffany proved her wrong.

"I love that idea. If you want, I could talk with the school board and I am sure they would love this idea. But tell me, Lisa, where did this idea come from?" Miss Tiffany asked, intrigued.

"To be honest. I thought about it when I talked with Jennie. I realized not only her but many other student future's were in danger and someone had to do something. I know also that this is the only way that I can help her, without her complaining." Miss Tiffany stared at Lisa, watching her as she spoke about Jennie.

"Jennie...she probably means the world to you. I am sorry things didn't work out." Lisa blushed and looked down at her hands. But she decided to hear Jennie's request and respect it. Miss Tiffany meant no harm by that statement, but Lisa shouldn't let it mess with her head.

"It's alright. Both of us are in good places right now and I hope we will find our way each other in the end." Lisa confessed, in hopes that her words do become reality at some point in their lives.

What Miss Tiffany and Lisa didn't know, is that Chahee was outside the classroom, listening to their conversation.

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"Knock, knock." Jennie heard someone say as they knocked not they knocked on the door. She watched the door slide and Jungkook walking inside the room with a bouquet of lilies. Jennie smiled while looking at him and he approached her slowly.

Jungkook noticed that Jennie was standing beside the bed, while packing her clothes inside the small bag that her mother brought. Jungkook sat next to the bag and looked inside it, surprised at how neatly Jennie's clothes were. He was in shock that she was packing so many different clothes, when she was forced to wear a hospital gown the whole time.

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