Chapter 52: Not To Come Back
Thirty minutes before school ended, a post on the student blog website started gaining traction all over the school. If the post had been typical gossip about teachers, the usual student rants, or the weekly rankings, it wouldn’t have drawn attention or circulated through the school within minutes.
When Malia mentioned it to them during their last class, Eira immediately checked her phone and saw the post.
{School Blog Post: Monday Madness Edition
Hey Wildcats! Hope your Monday’s less chaotic than, well... certain people’s redemption arcs. Let’s dive into some spicy news, starting with a question for all of you:
What was your honest first reaction when you saw Myra Allen strutting through the halls today?
Mine? Shock—mixed with a bit of nausea. Seeing her act like the Queen Bee again after everything was... bold. Like, Myra, did you leave your shame at home along with that ’broken arm’ excuse? News flash, girl, no one’s forgotten what really went down!
And speaking of questionable decisions, shoutout to Alan, who seems convinced that dating Myra somehow makes him look good. Alan, buddy, you’re a smart guy. Maybe aim a little higher than someone who’d throw her own sister under the bus, frame her, and hire goons to do her dirty work. We’re just saying!
Oh, and where’s Arabella Thorne in all of this? Myra’s rival in love has practically vanished! For someone who used to act like they owned the school, she’s pulling a real disappearing act. Maybe karma finally caught up with her.
And let’s not forget the real hero of this mess: Ephyra Allen. While Myra’s all about fake injuries and dramatic entrances, Ephyra stood her ground and brought the truth to light. She may not have a fan club of sycophants, but she’s earned real respect from those who matter.
Let’s be real—if Myra thinks waltzing around school like nothing happened is going to erase the past, she’s on a different planet. I mean, the girl’s talking about her "future engagement" with Alan like she didn’t just have her reputation dragged through the dirt. There’s delusion, and then there’s Myra-level delusion.
Maybe Myra could use a self-help guide titled, "How to Be a Decent Human," with Chapter One: "Don’t Fake a Broken Arm to Get People’s Sympathy." Or "Avoid Setting Up Your Own Sister." Just some friendly advice.