The Secret of the Sun, Moon and Stars [Hiatus/Writerblock]

Chapter 4

Refer the previous chapter for the casts. It's double update, in a way. 

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Bangkok, 2012

Someone POV

Hair, check.

Uniform, check.

Tie, check.

Socks, check.

Shoes, check.

Bag... 

Bag!

A string of curses came out from my lips. I'm so dumb, should have pack my bag last night. A bang heard on my door. "Kit! Be quick, can you?!"

"Wait, I'm done P'Fon!" I yelled back to my fussy sister. Oh, yes. She's hella fussy ever since she started her college.

"You better come out quick or I will leave you." Her voice heard from outside. I cursed and jutted my lips as I zipped my bag. Checking my hair one last time, I open the door. My sister was folding her hands in front of her chest with a scowl. I just gave a look. "I shouldn't accept mae's request on having you here under my care."

"Hoey, so meanie."

"Quick, or you will make me late for my class." She said. I just nodded and followed after her. Both of us left the house that owned by my late grandparents (my mother's parents). 

Both of my parents were still living in Kanchanaburi, my father opened a food stall after he retired to continue supporting our living. My mother helped him there. My eldest brother, P'Pha is now in his last year of medical studies and soon to begin his practice before becoming a real doctor. Since he got offer to study at one of the universities in Bangkok, he had been living alone. He's a dedicated and responsible brother and son, he paid his study all by himself. He did many jobs and I don't know most of it. So it left me and my sister living off my parents. Even so, my sister P'Fon took a part time job as model since she lived in Bangkok with our late grandmother a year ago. As I felt left alone, I kept persuading my mother to let me go to study in Bangkok as well, and here I am, living with my sister and enrolling into a new high school here in my second year. I guess one of the reasons my mother let me come here as my sister was alone since two months ago my late grandmother passed away.

"Here, we have arrived." I blinked and looked outside. We had arrived in front of my new school. I unbuckled my seat belt.

"Thank you P'Fon krub."

"Call me when you finish school. Be a good boy, don't make enemies." She nagged. I huffed.

"I'm a good kid."

"Yeah, I know you're 'Kit' (kid)."

"Hey." She laughed and ushered me out. I hummed and kissed her cheek before going out. Even though we loved to quarrel so often, I still loved her. And she pampered me too at times, still the same us since young. The kiss gesture also never changed even I entered high school. My friends once thought my sister is my girlfriend to see our closeness. My sister and I had similar features but not very identical and passed to look as a couple. Both of us followed our mother while P'Pha followed our father in term of look. So that's why P'Fon and I were said as pretty while my eldest brother was more to handsome and cool type.

Back then, I always sulked when people praised me pretty or cute because I felt they mocked me as girly. But my mother and P'Pha talked me out of it and I started to embrace those praises, even used it as my charm. Well, not that I didn't use my cuteness to my advantage since young.