Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 51: Project

The next day was a Monday, and since Myra had finished her punishment, they both had to go to school together. Getting into the waiting car, Eira saw Myra smiling at her phone. There was no need to guess—she’d been happy since yesterday after getting the news from Alan.

When Marianna came back from one of her useless outings, she went straight to Myra’s room after a maid informed her that her daughter was back. Moments after she entered the room, Eira heard the dumb mother and daughter arguing. Then, in the middle of the argument, Alan called and informed Myra of the great news.

Since then, Myra had been smiling happily, and her arrogant and conceited attitude, which had been tempered due to the punishment, reared its head again.

Fucking fools.

Eira smirked as she leaned against the leather seat after putting on her earbuds. Resting her head on the headrest, she tuned out the world around her, immersing herself in the music.

As they neared the school, Myra was still on her phone, giggling and smiling while sending messages to her friends (lackeys), telling them how she was going to be engaged to Alan soon. Eira watched her stepsister from the corner of her eye, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. Myra’s happiness was a fragile thing, built on ignorance, manipulation, lies, and deceit, and was already shattering piece by piece. All it needed was a little tap to turn into a million pieces.

Once they arrived, Myra exited the car with a smug, almost gloating expression, glancing around as if expecting admiration from their peers. Eira followed at a distance, her movements silent. She observed the way everyone reacted when they saw Myra. Some were surprised, some were incredulous, some were revolted, some were cold, some ignored her, while some gossiped and insulted her. But it was both of them who received looks.

However, there were some people who were glad about Myra’s arrival. Those were her friends and followers who would never find fault with anything she did because they were the same. These people hurriedly came to meet Myra before they could enter the school building, chattering and laughing all the way. They also threw some jabs at Eira, whom she treated like air as she walked forward.

She quickly made her way to her class, and just as she reached the entrance, she bumped into someone who was coming from the opposite direction.

"Ephyra? You came a little late; class is about to start." Cyran’s soft voice came from in front of her, making her look at the face of the person she bumped into.

"Cyran." Eira smiled as she stepped back and made way for him to walk into the class before following him in.

"I wanted to call you, but our Arts teacher sent me on an errand," Cyran said with an apologetic smile as they settled into their seats.

"It’s okay; you’re Mrs. Casey’s favorite student, so it’s not surprising. Anyway, Malia and her sister haven’t arrived yet, right?" Eira asked as she tugged her bag off her shoulders.

Cyran chuckled as he set down the rolls of white paper on the table. "Yeah, you know they come from their house in The Bronx. It’s a temporary house their mom bought for them there, so it takes a while for them to get to school."

"I know. I just don’t get why they couldn’t get a house somewhere closer to the school." Eira nodded as she sent a message to Malia asking when they would arrive.

"Malia said something about her mother having lived there before. Anyway, it was their mom’s decision."

Just then, Malia sent a message back to Eira.

Malia: Just a few minutes! Can’t wait to see your best friend after days that felt like years of agonizing separation? wink You’re not alone! I also feel the same way.

Eira chuckled and showed Cyran Malia’s message, making him laugh.

"She has always been crazy." He glanced up and paused. "Mrs. Casey is here."

Immediately, the class quieted down as Mrs. Casey, their art teacher, strode into the room with her usual calmness. She adjusted her glasses, setting down a stack of art supplies on her desk before addressing the students.

"Good morning, everyone," she greeted with a slight smile. "Hope you enjoyed your weekend?"

"Yes, Mrs. Casey!"

"Absolutely not!"

"We would love a few more days where we don’t need to come to school!"

Mrs. Casey chuckled at the mixed responses, her gaze sweeping over the class. "Well, you can all thank the education system for keeping your weekends short," she quipped, earning a few groans and laughs from her students.

"As you all know, the final test will be starting in two weeks, and I hope you all prepare. You need to understand that this will be the last test before your final senior year examinations."

Mrs. Casey took a moment, glancing around at the students before continuing. "These upcoming tests aren’t just a step to your next grade—they’re crucial for your future. The results of these exams will play a large role in determining which universities will consider your applications. Your dedication now could open doors to the opportunities you’ve all been working toward."

A ripple of responses rose from the students, some murmuring in agreement, while others couldn’t resist a groan.

"We’re all going to ace this, right?" one student chimed confidently from the back of the room.

"Easier said than done," mumbled another.

"I just hope I don’t completely blank out on test day," someone added with a nervous chuckle.

Mrs. Casey smiled patiently, letting their voices fade. "Well, I believe in all of you," she said with a hint of warmth. "You’ve shown progress throughout the year, and I have no doubt that each of you can do well. So, keep up the effort, and I wish you all the best in these final weeks."

She paused to let her words settle before moving to the next point. "Now, before we dive into today’s lesson, I want to let you know that we’ll be starting a new project. I’ve been impressed with some of the improvements I’ve seen, which is why this project will be a bit different." freeweɓnovel.cøm

The students straightened, listening with renewed interest.

"This time, it’ll be a two-person project," she announced, glancing around to gauge their reactions. "You’ll be paired with someone in the class, and I expect you to work closely together. Collaboration will be key here. This project will help you understand the value of teamwork, especially as you step into the next stages of your education."

Some students exchanged eager looks, already hoping to work with certain friends, while others seemed a bit more hesitant and the rest were just plain uninterested.

"We’ll discuss the details later, but for now, let’s get started with today’s lesson." Mrs. Casey adjusted her glasses, her gaze bright with enthusiasm. "I hope you’re all ready to bring your creative ideas to life!"

The lesson started, and after five minutes, it was interrupted by a loud voice near the door. Malia had finally arrived, dramatically holding her hand to her heart as if to steady herself. "Oh, the horrors of being late," she announced to the class with a playful grin, drawing a few laughs. Orla, on the other hand, shook her head as she took her seat, ignoring her sister.

"Miss Malia, please have a seat and join the class," the art teacher chuckled.

Malia flashed a mischievous grin and mouthed, "Yes, ma’am," before slipping into her seat, which had been moved in front of Eira’s. She leaned over, whispering loudly, "You wouldn’t believe the traffic! I swear every car in New York decided to be on the same road today." Her sister, Orla, rolled her eyes.

Mrs. Casey smiled knowingly, waiting for the room to quiet down again before continuing the lesson.

After almost an hour, the lesson ended, and everyone sighed and groaned in relief.

"All right, about the details of the project. As I said earlier, you’ll be working in pairs. Each pair will choose a theme that reflects personal growth and change. I want each of you to think deeply about a moment or series of moments that transformed you in some way."

Eira’s thoughts immediately flashed to when she died and woke up in Ephyra’s body.

Rebirth, second chance. It came to her naturally, like a perfect first piece. She had no idea about the second piece because she knew nothing about painting, drawing, sculpting, or art in general.

Well, let’s hope she was paired with someone who knew how to draw or paint, not someone who would just rely on her to do all the work. She glanced at Cyran, who raised his eyebrows at her, clearly thinking the same thing.

She continued, "Your task is to create a piece of art that communicates this theme visually. It can be anything—paintings, drawings, mixed media, even sculpture if you’re feeling ambitious."

"Now, I’ve already chosen your partners," Mrs. Casey said, cutting off the whispers and glances students were exchanging. A collective groan filled the room.

Mrs. Casey began reading off the list of pairs, her eyes focused on the paper in her hand. "Cyran and... Ephyra, Malia and Orla, Jeffery and Linda, Mika and Gyle..."

"Ephraim and Clara, Emily and David..." Mrs. Casey’s list went on, pairing students up one by one, and Eira’s gaze drifted slightly as she considered the project. Working with Cyran felt like a relief.

Cyran flashed her a quick smile when he heard their names paired together. "Looks like we’re stuck with each other," he teased, giving her a light nudge.

Eira smirked. "Could be worse. At least you know what you’re doing with a paintbrush. I’ll try not to ruin the masterpiece."

Cyran chuckled. "Don’t worry; I’ve got enough creativity for the both of us. You just bring that sharp eye of yours."

Malia leaned over with a wide smile. "Let’s create a group chat where we can share our theme ideas and project updates! Just the four of us!"

"Sure, why not?" Eira nodded, exchanging a quick smile with Malia. It would be nice to keep track of each other’s progress, especially if they planned to put in some extra time outside of class. Eira was determined to make the most of this project—not just as a school assignment, but as a chance to express something real, something about her new beginning in Ephyra’s life. She couldn’t put it into words, but she felt the project might be a small step toward making peace with the chaotic twists her life had taken.

After a few minutes, Malia had set up the group chat, naming it "The Art Avengers." She added Eira, Cyran, and her sister Orla, who was already rolling her eyes at the group name as she collected the phone and changed the name to "Silver Senior Class Art Project (IIII)."

"That sounds so formal. It’s so boring," Malia groaned, grabbing her phone back. "Fine, we’ll compromise. How about ’The Creative Squad’? It’s classy and fun."

Orla sighed, giving in. "Fine, Creative Squad it is. Let’s just focus on getting the project done."

As the first bell rang, signaling the end of art class, Eira gathered her things, already contemplating the theme she’d started to form. This was the second time, aside from studying, that she’d decided to do something related to school perfectly, other than killing.

How times change.

As they filed out of the room, Malia looped her arm through Eira’s and smiled. "Let’s make this something epic. Who knows? Maybe our project will be displayed at the school showcase."

"Yeah, if it doesn’t fall apart halfway through," Cyran jokes, giving Malia a playful nudge.

Eira laughed, and Malia pushed him away. "Fuck off."

"Wait," Malia stopped as she caught sight of a figure with blonde hair. "Myra is back?"

Cyran nodded, glancing at Eira. "Yeah."

"Stupid bitch, look at her behaving like what happened a few weeks ago didn’t happen. She’s more shameless than I thought."

Eira kept silent, her gaze cool and steady as she observed Myra’s behavior from a distance.

Myra stood in the center of a group of students, tossing her hair back with a self-satisfied grin as she chatted animatedly with her lackeys. Every laugh, every flippant gesture, only served to amplify her newly restored confidence, like a snake shedding its skin and revealing a freshly polished exterior. But Eira knew better. Underneath that confident facade, Myra’s ignorance about what was really happening around her would be her downfall. It was only a matter of time.

"Just ignore her," Eira murmured, steering Malia and Cyran away from Myra’s group. "She’s not worth the attention."

"But how can she act so shamelessly?" Malia muttered, still casting a glance back at Myra. "Everyone knows what happened. It’s like she’s trying to rewrite reality."

Eira chuckled softly, her voice barely audible. "That’s her strength and her weakness—pretending reality is whatever she wants it to be. But that only works until someone pulls the rug out from under her."

Malia grinned, leaning close enough to whisper, "Well, I’m planning to be that someone."

Eira’s lips curled into a slight smile. "Please."