One week before finals, my entire class of thirty students got transmigration-trucked into the body of a "True Heiress." The "False Heiress" patted our cheek with zero respect, her voice dripping with malice. "You dead-eyed hillbilly. If you want to stay here, you’d better sleep with one eye open." "Otherwise, I’m going to make your life a living hell." She didn't know that we had exactly 15 pairs of eyes to do just that. 1 After eating some sketchy, undercooked meatloaf in the cafeteria, all thirty of us woke up inside the plot of a "True vs. False Heiress" novel. We were sharing one single body. A massive data dump of the plot flooded all of our brains simultaneously. The body we were occupying belonged to Holly Yates. She was the True Heiress who had been swapped at birth by a nanny. For eighteen years, the nanny treated Holly like trash. When she finally found out the truth and ran to the Lynn family to reclaim her identity, nobody gave a damn. Her dad didn't care, and her mom was cold. At home, she was gaslighted by the False Heiress, Lyla Lynn. At school, she was bullied relentlessly. Holly finally snapped, but her one attempt at fighting back was seen by Mrs. Lynn. Mrs. Lynn decided Holly was bullying Lyla. To "fix" her, they sent Holly to The Ranch—a brutal behavioral correction facility. In the end, Holly fell into a deep depression and jumped off a building. After processing the plot, we all let out a collective mental scream. Heartthrob: [Why do other people get isekai’d into War Gods or Dragon Lords? Why are we stuck in a tragedy? Who did I offend?!] Me: [This is definitely a capitalist conspiracy.] Jock: [AHHH! This novel was written by an NPC, I swear.] Bella (Queen Bee): [How do we get back? I have finals next week!] Nerd: [I need to go home!] Prez: [Everyone chill! Chill! Based on my years of reading web novels, we’re probably here because the True Heiress had too much grievance in her past life. If we help her reclaim everything that belongs to her, we can probably go home.] While we were debating furiously in the headspace, Lyla patted our cheek, dropped her villain lines, and then immediately pivoted. She looked up at Mrs. Lynn, who was standing on the spiral staircase, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. "Mom, just give my room to my sister." "Sister said I’m a rat and I don’t deserve a big, bright room. I’ll go live in the attic storage closet." Mrs. Lynn frowned. "Holly, didn't I just tell you? Being swapped was Nanny Zhang's fault alone. Lyla is a victim too." "She’s lived with us for years. We see her as our own child. Lyla has claustrophobia, how could she live in the attic? Can you stop being so selfish?" Is this woman for real? Inside Holly’s body, we couldn't take it anymore. Thirty of us started fighting for control of the limbs. The True Heiress’s body shuddered, then her face twitched, eyes rolled in different directions, and she started lurching toward them like a zombie from The Walking Dead. Me: [Left foot first! Who is controlling the right foot?!] Prez: [Who is grabbing the mouth? Priority one is explaining to Mrs. Lynn that we didn't say that stuff!] Jock: [Can't hold it back! I wanna roast them! Give me the mouth!] Heartthrob: [Why are the eyes blinking like a strobe light? I have no control!] ... Mrs. Lynn looked at us in horror and instinctively pulled Lyla behind her. "Holly, what are you doing?" "Are you having a seizure?" Lyla’s eyes were wet with fake tears. "Is Sister pretending to be ugly on purpose to get Mom's attention?" Seeing us lurch closer, Mrs. Lynn pushed us away with a look of disgust. Her diamond ring snagged on our collar. It was like she had touched something filthy; she yanked her hand back. The collar ripped, exposing a patch of jagged, shocking scars on our collarbone. Mrs. Lynn froze when she saw the scars. Lyla quickly stepped in front of her, blocking the view. I yelled, "Opportunity!" and tried to kick Lyla with the left foot. But I didn't expect the Nerd controlling the right foot to be on the exact same wavelength. She swung the right foot to kick left at the same time. Holly’s legs crossed in mid-air, both feet left the ground, and the body launched itself like a "stubborn Magikarp," flopping aggressively toward Lyla. We slammed onto the floor, smacked our head on the banister, and blacked out. 2 While we were unconscious, Prez called a meeting. Prez: [Listen up, squad. We exist as souls inside Holly. That means we all have admin rights to this body.] Prez: [But if we all drive at once, we crash like we just did.] Prez: [Forget going home—we’ll end up in a psych ward.] Prez: [We don’t know the exit condition yet, but we definitely can’t follow the original bad ending.] Prez: [So, I propose a schedule. Only one person drives the body at a time.] We all agreed. When we opened our eyes again, Bella was in the driver’s seat. We had been changed into clean clothes. The butler knocked, telling us to come down for dinner. Before we even got to the dining room, we heard Lyla sobbing. "Mom, does Sister hate me?" "Is that why she acted crazy in front of me..." "Mom, please don't kick me out. I don't have to be the young miss. I can be Sister's maid. I'll do laundry, sweep the floors... just treat me like a servant." "Boohoo, please don't send me away." Mr. Lynn was wiping Lyla's tears with heartbreak in his eyes. "Silly child, how could we kick you out? Don't overthink it." "Holly is just too immature. I’ll have a word with her when she gets here." Nerd: [Omg, I’m gonna puke.] Me: [We need a plan. If the plot follows the book, we’re going to The Ranch.] Bella: [Relax. Watch me clutch this. Only a Queen Bee knows how to handle a Pick-Me Girl.] Bella put on a terrified, timid expression and walked toward the table. Mrs. Lynn nudged Mr. Lynn to shut him up. He grunted coldly. Mrs. Lynn stood up and ladled some soup for Bella. "Holly, sit. You scared us earlier. How do you feel? Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?" Bella wrapped her arms around herself, shivering violently, and frantically apologized. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry. I was having a somatic symptom episode." Mrs. Lynn paused, ladle in mid-air. "Somatic symptom?" "I... I have depression. When I get triggered, my body reacts physically..." "How did you get that kind of illness?" Bella whispered, "When I was little, if Nanny Zhang thought I ate too much, she’d hit me with a hot fireplace poker. Sometimes it left a welt, sometimes it took a strip of flesh... The doctor said it’s PTSD from childhood trauma..." Mrs. Lynn’s eyes turned red. Lyla immediately interrupted. "Sister, the past is the past. Why bring that up now? You know Mom has a weak heart. You’re making her sad. She won't be able to sleep tonight." Bella looked horrified and bowed her head repeatedly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know..." Mrs. Lynn looked conflicted but stopped her. "It's okay, Holly. You don't need to apologize. Let's eat." Bella said "Okay," took the soup, and turned to walk away. Mrs. Lynn asked where she was going. Bella pointed to the front door, voice trembling. "I... I’ll go squat by the entrance to eat." "Silly child, why would you squat by the door? Sit and eat with us." Mrs. Lynn grabbed Bella’s hand to pull her to the chair. Bella looked terrified. "Am I really allowed at the table? Nanny Zhang said I was a little animal, only fit to squat by the door and eat with the dogs." Mrs. Lynn froze. Then she couldn't hold it back anymore and hugged Bella, sobbing. Me: [Bella, you are a legend. Three sentences and the billionaire’s wife is bawling.] Bella: [EZ. Light work. The original Holly was too tough. She never talked about the abuse and hid her scars.] Bella: [If you don't show it, nobody hurts for you. It’s not weakness; it’s strategy.] Inside the mind palace, we all gave Bella a thumbs up. 3 Lyla stared at us with pure venom. But she couldn't do a thing. Mr. Lynn coughed. "Alright, alright. The past is gone. Holly, we know you suffered, and we will make it up to you." Mrs. Lynn wiped her tears and sat Bella next to her. "Right, let's not talk about sad things. Eat." "Okay." Bella nodded obediently. Halfway through the meal, Mr. Lynn brought up school. "Holly, we transferred your records. Tomorrow, you’ll start at Crestwood Academy with Lyla." "You two can look out for each other." Lyla’s eyes lit up. She smiled at us. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll take good care of Sister." Nerd: [That smile is sus.] Of course it was. In the novel, this was the first reason the parents started hating Holly. Crestwood is an elite prep school. Top acceptance rate in the country. You either have money or brains to get in. All new students take a placement test. Classes are assigned by score. Money can't buy you into Class A. Lyla got into Class A on her own merits, which made Mrs. Lynn super proud in her social circle. But Holly had zero formal education for eighteen years. Her grades were trash. She scored a total of 150 points. Across all subjects. Lyla forced her to take an IQ test, and the hospital diagnosed Holly as borderline intellectually disabled. Mr. Lynn thought Holly was an embarrassment, canceled her welcome party, and told everyone she was just an adopted daughter. Holly got dumped into Class F—the zoo for rich kids who didn't study. She was bullied instantly. But things were different now. We have thirty brains. Thirty brains currently peaked for finals season. Maximum cognitive capacity. On the day of the exam, Prez organized us like a military operation. We breezed through the first three subjects. Then came Math. We all froze. Why is a high school testing AP Calculus and Advanced Functions?! Prez: [I just checked the plot again. Crestwood is insane. They teach college math early.] Heartthrob: [Does anyone here know Multivariable Calculus?] English Rep: [Nope.] Bella: [Crying_emoji.jpg. Nope.] Jock: [Is this fate? Are we doomed? Sobbing_emoji.] I raised my hand weakly. [Maybe let me try.] Jock: [Get real. You got a negative 5 on the last math mock exam. Did you forget?] Bella: [Negative five? How?] Me: [I fell asleep and drooled on the scan-tron sheet. They deducted 5 points for ruining the paper.] Bella: [Bruh.] 4 Me: [But... I can hear what the person in front of me is writing.] Prez: [Bruh.] Nerd: [Bruh.] English Rep: [Bruh.] ... Even though nobody really trusted my "skill," time was ticking. They decided to throw a Hail Mary and gave me the wheel. As soon as I took control, our senses sharpened. I focused on the sound of the pen in front of me. A is three strokes, C is one stroke, B and D are two, but D is written faster. Two hours later, I finished the test. The next day, results were posted. We ranked 36th. We were placed in the Star Class. Nerd: [Holy crap. The Star Class is the best class in the novel. Elites only.] Me: [Oops. I cheated too hard.] Prez: [So what did you actually score on Math?] Me: [It was all multiple choice. I purposely changed a few answers. I got a 140.] Heartthrob: [Your hearing is god-tier. Why do you usually score so low?] Me: [I feel like eavesdropping is cheating. If my rank goes up, I push someone else down. So I usually point-shave. I aim to score just a few points higher than Jock, so I'm second to last. Hehe.] Jock: [Thanks a lot.] I put the report card in my bag. As soon as I walked in the door, Lyla pounced. "Sister! Scores are out! What did you get? Which class?" I sighed. "Not great." Mrs. Lynn walked over and patted my head. "It's okay. Crestwood is hard. It's normal to struggle at first." Lyla bit her lip, a trace of malice in her eyes. "I heard Sister hangs out with delinquents at school. It's normal for her grades to be bad." "Sister should focus on school." Mr. Lynn frowned. "Holly, education is important." I looked up and locked eyes with Lyla. "Who did you hear that from?" "People." "Which people?" I pressed. Lyla stuttered. Mrs. Lynn's expression shifted. She told Lyla, "Don't spread rumors." Lyla pouted and nodded, then doubled down. "Then I assume Sister put all her effort into the test? You must have done well, right?" Mr. Lynn said, "Holly, let me see the report card." I obediently handed it over, adding, "I missed a bunch of easy questions. Bad day." Mr. Lynn’s eyes widened when he saw the paper. "You're in the Star Class." Lyla looked like she’d swallowed a fly. Mrs. Lynn leaned in, looked, and immediately beamed. "Star Class! That's my daughter! Genes don't lie!" "Good, good. Study hard so you can take over the company." Mrs. Lynn hugged me and shoved a black card into my hand as a reward. Mr. Lynn read the report card over and over, muttering, "Nice. Very nice. She has talent." Lyla stood to the side, staring at us with eyes full of poison. That night, a dead rat was shoved under our door. Its insides had been hollowed out. There was a note inside. Jock: [Does it say 'The Revolution Begins'? Doge_face.jpg] Bella: [Bruh.] Prez: [Ignore him.] Heartthrob: [Open it! Open it!] I opened the note. It was one sentence. So you got into the Star Class. I can still make your life at school a living hell.
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