Daisy's Code Novel by Amelia Bennett

The blackboard was quickly filled with a maze of chemistry problems, leaving even the class representative to take a sharp breath. Anna had clearly upped the ante on purpose.

“Daisy, show us what Mistville’s got,” Anna said with a confident smirk, not for a second believing a girl from a small town could outshine Narston High’s reputation.

Daisy calmly walked up to the board, chalk in hand, and in a matter of minutes, her graceful script covered the board.

Dropping the chalk, Daisy dusted her hands and turned to Anna, who was visibly taken aback. “Ms. Garcia, are we good? I hope I didn’t miss anything.”

Anna composed her surprised expression, scrutinizing the girl before her. The answers were impeccable, leaving no room for criticism. However, admitting defeat in front of the class was not an option for the stubborn Anna.

Clearing her throat, she said, “Impressive. Mistville seems to have a decent education system. Those were basic questions for freshmen. But as a senior, we need to test your advanced skills.”

Daisy shrugged it off. “If you insist on testing me further, Ms. Garcia, go ahead.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The class buzzed with excitement. Everyone knew Anna was trying to make things tough for Daisy, but she tackled the problems without hesitation, and her answers matched perfectly with those found in a database.

Daisy, the girl from Mistville, had just made a lasting impression

Laura, however, was seething, her teeth clenched in frustration. She had hoped to see Daisy falter, but instead, Daisy had won over the class. Her hand, resting on her lap, was now a tight fist.

The blackboard filled again, this time with even more challenging problems, including a difficult question from a past SAT. Anna wasn’t expecting Daisy to get lucky twice.

Daisy scanned the problems and began writing answers with the same ease.

The last question, which Anna thought was unsolvable, was actually one Daisy had helped create with the professor who wrote it. A fact Anna could never know.

If Anna was surprised before, she was now in awe. Daisy’s answers were near perfect.

“Ms. Garcia, does this prove I did my homework?” asked Daisy.

Anna, known for her temper and being in her menopausal years had a teacher’s soft spot for talent. Faced with a student like Daisy, a genius in the making, she couldn’t help but admire her, even if she didn’t want to admit it in front of everyone,

“Ms. Garcia, are you silent because you want to test me again?” Daisy pressed.

Anna said, “No, I won’t waste the class’s time on you. Back to your seat, and remember to submit your homework on time: Although Anna’s words were vague, Daisy didn’t mind. She returned to her seat, where Emma looked at her with admiration.

She said, “Daisy, you’re amazing. I’ve never seen the old witch at a loss for words, I’m almost worshiping you.”

“I just got lucky. Fve seen those questions before,” replied Daisy

Emma smiled, “You’re still great. You memorized them. Daisy, you’re my idol. I’m so worshipful.”

Seeing Emma’s almost adoring smile, Daisy couldn’t help but laugh.

Another PE class under the scorching sun, everyone sweating, just waiting for the dismissal.

Emma said, “Daisy, let’s go back to the classroom for the AC. It’s too hot out here.”

“But the convenience store has AC too, and free ice cream. Thinking of the delicious vanilla ice cream, Daisy’s appetite was piqued.

Teenage girls loved gossip the most, and Emma was no exception “What’s your relationship with that handsome store owner?”

Daisy answered without a second thought, “Friends.”

Emma was not buying it. “Really?”

“Of course,” said Daisy.

Looking into Daisy’s innocent eyes, Emma knew there was no gossip to be had. Daisy seemed oblivious to such things

Watching them leave arm in arm, Yvonne sneered, “I don’t get what Emma sees in Daisy. What’s so great about that country bumpkin?”

“But she answered all the questions the old witch gave, which is incredible,” the girl behind Yvonne said.

“Are you saying you think Daisy’s impressive too?” Yvonne was angry.

The girl explained, “No, I just can’t stand her arrogance.”

Yvonne just said, “Let’s head back to class.”

They entered the empty classroom, with Yvonne heading straight for Daisy’s desk.

A girl hesitated. “Yvonne, are we still going to ditch her homework?”

Yvonne said, “I’m riot just going to ditch her homework, I’m going to ditch her books too.”

Someone said, “Yvonne, that’s not nice. There are cameras in the classroom. If this gets out, it could hurt your reputation”

Another girl agreed, “Yeah, Yvonne, let’s think of another way to get her, like putting thumbtacks on her seat.”

Yvonne snorted in disdain, “If you’re scared, back off. Wimps.”

Her father was a police officer; she had nothing to fear. Daisy had caused her so much trouble she wasn’t about to let her off easily.

As Yvonne was about to act, she spotted a tin box in Daisy’s desk beautifully engraved.

On impulse, Yvonne picked up the box.

“What’s this, Yvonne?”

“No idea, let’s see.”

Yvonne opened the tin box to reveal a silver necklace, delicately crafted with tiny flowers.