Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 82 : Preparations for the School Festival Part 7

Ivvy, completely unaware of the danger that stalked her, spent the most peaceful days of her life, relaxed and without a care in the world. After so much pain, so much silenced loneliness, at least in the afternoons, she could take a breather in her little slice of heaven: the secret rooftop garden. There, where the vines embraced her sweetly, where the lilies whispered words of love, and the mosses clung to the stone like an absent mother. There, for the first time, she felt she belonged somewhere.

During those afternoons, she allowed herself to forget the pain caused by the teachers’ indifference, the students’ mockery whispered in the hallways, the laughter that died away at the sight of her. In her garden, she wasn’t an illegitimate child from another kingdom. She wasn’t a Mudblood. She was just Ivvy... a lover of plants. The one who healed with her hands. The one who laughed alone without needing anyone else.

But that afternoon, something was different.

She was sitting near the window, surrounded by a faint crimson glow, when she felt a sudden pang in her chest. It wasn’t physical, but deeper, as if an invisible bond had been violently tightened. She placed a hand over her heart and looked around, confused.

The wind blew normally. The leaves were still dancing. But... something was wrong.

She stood up slowly and left class, the feeling growing stronger. As if an invisible shadow were brushing the back of her neck. As if they were trying to send her a message.

She was walking through the lonely hallways, her steps quickening, when she ran into Amanda. She was alone. Her normally immaculate uniform was covered in soot and dust. There were black marks on her face as if she’d been near a fire... or in the middle of it.

Ivvy looked at her, perplexed, her heart beginning to pound.

Amanda, on the other hand, simply watched her... and smiled. Not a kind smile. It was a crooked grimace, devoid of empathy. A triumphant smile. As if playing with Ivvy, her smile deepened. And in that moment, Ivvy knew. She didn’t know what, but she knew something had broken.

Her body reacted before her mind. She ran.

The steps to the rooftop seemed endless, her legs heavy as lead. A hot gust came down the stairs, and the smell... the smell of smoke and burning leaves hit her like a slap.

With trembling hands, she pushed open the rusted iron gate.

What she saw... broke her.

The garden was engulfed in flames.

The vines that had once sheltered her writhed beneath the fire, like dying snakes. The flowers, her friends, her sisters, burned one after another, exploding in stormy bursts that faded with the seconds. The small trees she had so carefully tended collapsed in on themselves, as if surrendering to the fury of something they had never understood.

Ivvy couldn’t make a single sound. Her face froze in an expression of absolute terror, her lips parted, searching for words that didn’t exist. Tears began to roll down her cheeks, hot as wax, without her even realizing it.

A heartbreaking sob finally escaped her chest, like a stifled scream, like the last wail of everything she loved and the last remaining memory of her mother. She threw herself toward the plants, trying to save them, but the heat was unbearable. The skin on her arms began to burn as she drew closer. Still, she tried to salvage whatever she could—a pot, a sprout, a seed—but it was useless. The fire had taken everything.

She remained there, motionless, on her knees amid the smoldering wreckage, breathing in the ashes, her hands on the ground, the blackened earth that a few days ago had been alive with energy. Today, every burning leaf was a dying memory. Every scorched root, an open wound in her soul.

It wasn’t just a garden.

It was her home. Her refuge. Her only family.

Now, only ashes remained.

Sadness washed over her like a black tide, but it didn’t come alone. Along with it, guilt, helplessness... and a desperate rage. How had she allowed this to happen? How had she not felt it before? Why hadn’t she protected him?

And then, for the first time in a long time, Ivvy hated.

She hated herself, for being weak, she hated the world, for taking away the only thing she loved. And she hated Amanda... because there were no more doubts.

That smile. That soot.

She had done it.

And yet, there Ivvy was, alone again. Surrounded by death. Silent. Broken.

Smoke still hung in the air as Ivvy sank to her knees, breathing extremely hard. Ash continued to fall, like black snowflakes on a dead landscape. Her entire body trembled, not from the cold, but from something much more visceral: rage, pain, and a despair so raw it hurt to breathe.

She felt like the fire hadn’t just taken her precious garden... it had taken a part of her. A piece of her very life.

The plants that were her refuge, her comfort, her only confidants in a world that never loved her. She had spoken to them, slept among them, cried on their fertile soil. They responded to her in ways humans never would. They gave her love unconditionally, without judgment. Once, they had been her only family. frёeωebɳovel.com

And now only embers remained, swallowing her memories.

Ivvy stared at her hands, blackened by the scorched earth, her heart pounding as if it wanted to burst from her chest. Sadness had hit her first, violent, like a wave that sweeps away everything it touches. But now... now came what remained behind. The emptiness.

And that emptiness was filling with something dark.

Hate.

A tangible, formless, seething hatred that rose from her gut like poison. For a moment, she found herself wanting things she had never allowed herself to think about. Revenge. Punishment. Retribution. She wanted to see Amanda dead, dragged through the fire. She wanted to see her cry, scream, beg. She wanted her to feel what she was feeling in that moment.