Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 65: Art Project

Everyone came to class early, even Malia and Orla arrived early with their projects in tow, their chatter filling the classroom with a nervous buzz. Though the Art class wasn’t in the morning, it was all everyone was talking about. With some people comparing their works, betting on it with exaggerated confidence, while others sat quietly, clutching their projects like lifelines.

Eira couldn’t help but get amused. Wasn’t it just to get a high grade? And weren’t these the students who didn’t like to study? So why were they so overhyped to submit their projects?

"What is funny?" Cyran, who was sitting beside her finishing his note, asked as she closed the notebook.

In front of them, Malia was hastily writing the note they were going to submit with the art project because she kept procrastinating and was currently using the free period they had just before lunch and then the art class to write it.

Eira nodded at the students, "Just finding their enthusiasm amusing. They’re treating this like a life-or-death situation." She gestured to the group in the corner where two students were animatedly comparing their projects, debating over who would score higher.

Cyran chuckled, setting his pen down. "Well, to be fair, some of them might see it that way. A lot of these grades could make or break their final average."

Eira raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Sure, but it’s funny seeing them so worked up when most of them barely cared about this class until now."

Malia turned around in her seat, clearly overhearing their conversation. "Hey, some of us thrive under last-minute pressure, thank you very much!" She waved her nearly finished notes in the air dramatically.

Orla, still adding finishing touches to their project, sighed without looking up. "You could’ve avoided the pressure by not procrastinating in the first place."

"Where’s the fun in that?" Malia replied with a cheeky grin.

Eira shook her head, "At least your project looks good. That’ll make up for it."

Malia laughed. "Are you cursing us or wishing us well?"

"I believe it’s none of the two," Orla replied to her question.

"Speaking of which," Cyran said, nudging Eira gently, "we should probably go grab ours from the art room. Can’t risk someone knocking it over in the chaos."

Eira nodded, standing and stretching before following Cyran out of the classroom. The hallways buzzed with students chatting and carrying their projects carefully, the excitement palpable.

In the art room, Cyran retrieved their work with careful hands, giving it one last appraising look before turning to Eira. "Still happy with the theme we chose?"

Eira glanced at the painting, her mind briefly flickering to the personal significance behind their concept. Rebirth. Second chances. She nodded. "Yeah, it’s fitting and perfect. You did a great job."

Cyran grinned. "You helped too. Couldn’t have done it without your ideas."

Eira gave him a small smile, appreciating the acknowledgment. Together, they made their way back to the classroom, where the chatter had only grown louder as more students filed in with their projects.

When the art period finally arrived, Mrs. Casey entered the room, her gaze sweeping over the assembled students and their projects. "Alright, everyone. I see you’ve all been busy," she said, her tone warm but commanding enough to quiet the room.

"First, we have to set up a space where you can display your various projects. Then you come forward one after the other, from the first row to the last. Now, let’s set up the space, shall we?"

"Yes, Mrs. Casey!" The class erupted into movement, desks screeching softly against the floor as students shuffled to make space at the front of the room. Mrs. Casey began directing a few students to arrange a long table and hang a large canvas backdrop, where smaller works could be displayed.

She stood at the front, helping the students arrange the desks to create a display space for the students’ work. Her usual calm demeanor was tinged with excitement as she greeted each pair, nodding at their completed pieces which were all different. Some painted, some crafted sculptures, and others combined various media to convey their chosen themes.

Cyran leaned closer to Eira as they carried their painting to the front. "I wonder if Mrs. Casey has her favorites already picked out. You know she does that subtle nod thing when she really likes a piece."

Eira smirked, glancing at the art teacher, who was busy helping Orla secure her sculpture. "Maybe. But if she doesn’t nod for ours, I’m blaming you."

Cyran chuckled, "She would have to be crazy because I’m very confident in my talent."

Eira raised a brow, "Really? Alright then, Mr Talented. Let’s see what happens."

As the setup finished, Mrs. stood in front of the class and addressed the students. "I want each pair to explain their theme, the meaning behind it, and the process you went through to bring it to life. Remember, this is about more than just technical skill—it’s about the story your art tells."

The first row of students began presenting their works. Some students stumbled over their explanations, while others spoke passionately about their themes. When it was Eira and Cyran’s turn, they stood before their peers, their project carefully placed on an easel.

"Our theme is Rebirth," Cyran began, his voice steady. "We wanted to depict the transformation that comes with getting a second chance. The barren world on one side represents the emptiness and struggles of the past, while the vibrant world on the other side symbolizes growth, hope, and new beginnings."

Eira nodded, stepping forward to add her part. "The concept reflects the idea that even in the darkest moments, there’s always the potential for growth and change. It’s about finding strength in adversity and emerging stronger on the other side."

Her voice was steady, but there was an edge of something deeper—something raw—in her words. The class seemed to notice, a few students exchanging curious glances.

Eira added quietly, "In short, It’s about finding strength in the opportunity to start over, even when the odds seem impossible."

Mrs. Casey smiled, her gaze lingering on the artwork. "Beautifully done. The contrast between the barren and vibrant worlds is striking. It’s clear you both put a lot of thought into this."