Perfect Sense

CHAPTER 11.

Chapter 11: Songran Part II.

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"I wanted it to be you. God Damn, I really did"

| Eleven word Story |

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| K I R U N |

"KRYSTAL!!" I looked up from my laptop to see Krystal running into my room and slamming the door shut. I raised an eyebrow at her and she grinned at me.

"I am so sorry P'Kirun. But if I don't do this, Aroon will get to me and rip me apart limb by limb" she said, her eyes widening.

"Is that not your own fault, dearest?" I asked her, shutting the lid of my laptop.

"Of course! Everything wrong that happens here is my fault" she said pouting and slouching on the couch. I would never understand my sister.

Since it was Songran holiday in Thailand, dad and her had flown in from HK to stay over the weekend. She has school but she took official leave for a day. They will return on Sunday. So here we were, in our Bangkok house. It was too big and a little far from the IUST campus for me to stay here. Plus the morning traffic is bad in Bangkok so I would never make it to school in time. Thus the dorms.

"How is school by the way?" I asked her and she gave me her famous smile.

"Amazing!" she said, standing up. She then, I guess, remembered something and jumped on my bed, sitting infront of me.

"What is it?" I asked her, chuckling. She usually did this when she had something to tell me which was every time she visited.

"I am this close-" she held up her index and thumb fingers close together with little to no gap. "-to graduating and entering IUST!"

"You seem excited" I commented and she nodded, her dark hair bouncing everywhere.

"Tame that horse hair of yours first please" I said, pulling her hair and she growled at me, taking it away.

She pulled her hair up and placed it in a bun. Krystal and I shared similar traits save for our eyes. My mom had cat eyes, as in cat colored green eyes while dad had brown. I inherited brown while my annoying sister inherited green. Other than that, we were basically the same. Dark brown hair, tanned skin and long limbs. She plays basketball and as do I. It became a family thing after mom passed away. It was how dad coped up with his stress and emotions leading to us becoming familiar with it before we could properly read and write.

"Anyway. How are your grades?" I asked her and she shrugged.

"Its good. But I can do better" she replied, smiling.

"Its okay. One bad grade doesn't determine your fut-"

"Don't you dare complete that sentence! Who, in their right mind, gets a 97 in Mathematics?! Who?!" she snapped and I held my hands up in surrender.

"Okay tiger. No one but you" I replied, laughing at her outburst. At least she got a 97. I never got anything above 90. Let alone that.

"No Phee! This is important. The teacher is stupid I tell you" she muttered and I chuckled.

"Its okay Krystal. It is just one mark! What have you thought of doing for freshmen year of college?" I asked her and she looked up to me and grinned.

"Medicine"

"You've got to be kidding me!" I threw my hands up in the air.

"Why?!" she whined and I shook my head.