After selecting the diaries we liked, we purchased the study material along with the diaries. After discussing how to study and where to start the syllabus everyone parted their ways.
I came home and my mom (her name is Andria) is preparing dinner.
I think she just came from work. My father (his name is Richard)
didn't come home. I guess today is also an OT(overtime) duty.
I changed into my loungewear. Blue track pants and a white loose T-shirt. I saw myself in the mirror for the last time. After satisfied with my look I got out of the room.
I am really hungry, to be honest, I am starving.
"Mom I am hungry give me something to eat," I said.
"All you do is eat, sleep, then go to school go on sir. Did I disturb your precious time?. No goal, no passion, A total waste of talent", my sister said.
My sister.
Just when I thought everything was perfect. There comes the biggest critic of my life. Her name is Nylin. She has perfect syndrome. She is obsessed with perfectionism.
Everything has to be perfect for her, from her clothes, her food, her education, even her boyfriend, her goals everything is perfect. She wanted it to be that way.
Sometimes, I feel envious at least she has a goal, strives hard to achieve them. Unlike me, she fights back, sands on the point she believes in. Don't accept the rules that stand in her way. By hook or by crook, she gets them no matter what.
Well, even I am not someone, who is very obedient and weak. Even I won't spare anyone if they bully I know how to teach a lesson if they mess with me.
But, it's just I don't have a goal and wait for the opportunity to come to me instead of me running behind the opportunities.
Well, it's just me. I can't do anything about it. I like it that way. No matter how many times people tell me to think about the future and goals I won't listen and leave them with my other ear.
I don't want to run behind the opportunities. It will come to me eventually that time I'll prove myself. But right now this moment I live my life the way I want.
"Snap out of your dreamland, my little brother", Nylin said.
"What do you mean by little brother, we are practically twins. you are only 6 minutes older than me," I said.
"Doesn't matter if it is 6 minutes, 6 months or 6 years, even 6 seconds I born ahead of you that a good enough reason for me to you "My little brother", she said while pinching my cheeks
I hate her.
I won't ever call her sister.