She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 117

Bad news travels fast, while good deeds barely make it out the door.

Within the span of a single class period, word that Sabrina had only scored 150 on the exam had swept across the entire school.

She was the talk of the campus—charismatic, controversial, and not without her share of enemies.

For some, the news was cause for celebration.

There was a certain satisfaction in seeing a rival finally brought low, as if they’d managed to trample her underfoot.

At lunchtime, Celine walked to the cafeteria with a group of friends, the air buzzing with gossip about Sabrina’s disastrous score.

She kept quiet, listening as others joked and jeered, her own delight hidden behind a calm façade.

Inside, she was practically giddy, already strategizing how she’d act out the scene of being scolded by her parents once she got home.

Even her footsteps felt lighter, as if she were walking on air.

Sabrina entered the cafeteria and, as always, drew every eye.

For some reason, the third-floor dining hall was especially crowded that day.

Students kept glancing at her solitary figure—aloof, proud, but now marked by defeat.

No one doubted what the day’s main topic was: the star student who had crashed and burned with a score of just 150.

Small groups clustered at tables, shoveling food into their mouths while trading snide remarks.

Celine, Uliana, and their usual entourage had uncharacteristically chosen to eat on the third floor too.

Normally, they wouldn’t be caught dead up there, but everyone knew why—they were there to watch Sabrina squirm, to see her shamed and humiliated.

Sabrina found a seat at the back, sharing a table with strangers, picking at her food in silence.

She had no friends beside her, no classmates willing to sit close.

She was always a loner, always on her own.

The cafeteria was loud, but it didn’t take words to read the contempt and ridicule in everyone’s eyes.

“One-fifty? For real? I thought my grades were bad, but even I’ve never flunked that hard.”

“Tell me about it. I always thought she was some genius, but this is just pathetic.”

Celine tugged on Uliana’s sleeve, her face set in a concerned frown. “Enough, let’s not talk about it.”

To anyone watching, Celine looked like the worried sister, anxious that Sabrina was becoming a joke.

“Why shouldn’t I talk about it? It’s not every day you get to see her fall like this. I could laugh all day.”

Elena covered her mouth to hide a giggle. “I’d love to interview her right now—get her thoughts on hitting rock bottom!”

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