You Are My Success

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My room is a mess! What a huge mess! Whoever sees my dome, they would definitely believe that a hurricane barged into my room. Mum nagged the whole week. And it's about time to clean it up. I picked up all my books that were misplaced, new books, old books. They were all over the place, not to mention my clothes!

I got my favourite rainbow tee hanging around on my night stand. My nightgowns and shirts covered up my beautiful pink rug. Food wraps were under my study desk, chair, also on and under my bed. I regretted with this procrastination.

I picked up my clothes and threw them into a basket with thoughts of folding them later. I stacked my books back to the wooden shelves. Not all of my books were neatly shown on the shelves. Just the ones that I loved and planned to read. My old notebooks from my highschool that were piled under my bed were taken out from the dark. It took me into the flashbacks.

Regime Secondary Highschool. Oh, the memories. 2015 is my last year there. People call it the senior year. Well, most government schools here provide education until the age of 17. I am 17. I'm qualified to be a senior, don't you think? At least I think I do.

*Tut tuut*

The exact sound that i am hoping for to make excuse from the tiring morning. A Whatsapp message popped up.

Rara: Sophie, tomorrow Madam Lily wants you to hand in your report. Can you make it in time?"

"Sophie, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm sleeping, mum." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. It's obvious that she sees me cleaning up my room. She's standing in front of me. Like, duh.

"Mum, you know i'm cleaning up my room right?"  Why do you keep asking me questions that you obviously know the answer?

As I was insincerely tidying my box full of junk and random stuffs, I saw something that caught my eyes. A funny old looking piece of crumpled paper was hidden in a cute old box under piles of random stuffs. It was peeked out of a box that I am familiar with. The paper was old and yellowish but still in a good condition.

That very particular box was the one that brought me back to those years of memories along with that piece of paper. It was a portrait of a person I knew. It was full with memories.  Happiness, pride, joyfulness, sadness and all things about life.

I decided to have a short break from that tiring clean up that I was tortured to do. I sat back and scavenged that box. I suddenly realised it was a box belonged to my sister, Triumph.

Triumph is a cheeky girl. She is the eldest out of 2 -Triumph and I. Indeed she is the backbone of our family. She has the face of an average looking teen with a slim and tall figure. Almost model-like. Her skin is pale-white with a little hint of pink on her cheek. Her deep dark-brown eye lens are hidden under her slit eyes.

She has a thin and small lips, only her upper front teeth were shown when she smiles. And when she smiles, she lit the whole world with her charm. When she smirks, she looks just like a kitten with short whiskers. How cute she is to me.

Nothing to compare when she laughs. Her shyness makes her face turns red which is very visible to people nearby and faraway. She has all the charms that I wish to be born with.