34 Midterms And Exam Mayhem 1

When midterms finally arrived, she felt a mix of excitement and terror. 

And then—somehow—she aced her math test.

She couldn't believe her eyes when she got her score back a 92. 

But while Kamon celebrated, someone else wasn't happy. 

Patcha. 

Patcha stormed over the moment the test results were posted. 

"There's no way," she said sharply. "You cheated." 

Kamon, still processing her success, blinked. "What?" 

Patcha crossed her arms. "You've never beaten me in math. Ever. And now you magically get a 92?" 

Kamon's excitement fizzled into anger. "I studied for this. I worked hard." 

Patcha scoffed. "Or you stole the answers." 

A few students whispered nearby, fueling Kamon's humiliation. 

Mr. Arun, their teacher, overheard the commotion. "Enough. I'll check Kamon's scratch work. If she truly solved everything on her own, there's no cheating." 

Kamon's stomach twisted. What if he didn't believe her? 

The next day, Mr. Arun called Kamon and Patcha forward. 

"I checked Kamon's work," he said. "She solved every problem herself. There was no cheating." 

Kamon exhaled in relief, but Patcha looked horrified. 

The teacher turned to her. "Patcha, you owe Kamon an apology." 

Patcha hesitated, then muttered, "Fine. I'm sorry." 

Kamon, though still annoyed, accepted the apology. 

As she walked back to her seat, Nan leaned over and whispered, "At least now we know all that sleep you got during our study session was worth it." 

Kamon groaned. "I will never live that down, will I?" 

Nan grinned. "Nope." 

And with that, midterms were over—until finals, anyway.

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The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the neighborhood as Supaporn jogged excitedly in the direction of the local gym. Her brother, Niran, who had been a regular at the gym for months, was heading there for his usual morning workout, and Supaporn had decided she was going to join him today.

"Wait up, Niran!" Supaporn called, jogging a few paces behind him, the excitement in her voice matching the rhythm of her steps. "I'm joining you today. I'm serious about getting fit!"

Niran, who was already well ahead, glanced back with an amused look. "You sure? I don't think you're ready for this. It's intense." 

Supaporn waved him off, her ponytail bouncing with each step. "Please, I can totally handle it. How hard can jogging and stretching be?" She grinned, eager to prove herself.

Niran shook his head but said nothing, a small smirk playing on his lips as he reached the gym doors. He knew this wasn't going to end well, but at least she was committed—for now.

As they walked inside, Supaporn immediately scanned the gym with wide eyes. "Wow, look at all this equipment!" she exclaimed. "I bet I can do all of this!"

Niran chuckled and led her to the treadmills. "Let's start with some light jogging," he said, setting the speed to a moderate pace.

Supaporn hopped onto the treadmill confidently, setting her feet and grinning. "I've got this, Niran. Easy." She pressed the start button with a flourish, and the treadmill kicked into motion.

At first, it was fine. She jogged along beside Niran, but after a minute, her pace slowed noticeably. Her breath became heavier, and her legs started to feel like jelly. "Okay, Niran, I think I need a break," she said, trying to slow down but instead tripping on the treadmill belt. With a squeal, she grabbed onto the sides of the treadmill, narrowly avoiding a face-plant.

Niran turned his head, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "That's what I thought." He hit the stop button before she could embarrass herself further. "You need to pace yourself, Supaporn. You can't just jump into a full workout without preparing."

Supaporn stood on the treadmill, panting lightly. "It's just... It's so much harder than it looks!" she huffed, trying to regain her breath. "But okay, I'm ready to try again. Let's move on to the stretching!"

Niran raised an eyebrow, but he nodded. "Fine. But this time, no shortcuts. Stretching's important."

They moved to the stretching area, and Niran demonstrated a few basic stretches, showing Supaporn how to properly reach for her toes and stretch her arms and legs. Supaporn tried to follow along, but after a few awkward movements, she stopped and looked at Niran, frowning.

"I can't reach my toes! Is my body broken?" she asked, dramatically throwing herself onto the mat. "Why is this so hard?"

Niran shook his head, his patience growing thin. "No, your body isn't broken. You just need to keep practicing. Let me show you how to do it again."

With a sigh, Supaporn reluctantly followed his lead, wobbling slightly in her attempts to get the stretch right. After a few more failed attempts, she finally managed to get her hands just a few inches away from her toes. "I did it!" she exclaimed, as if she had just won an Olympic medal. But she quickly deflated as her legs started to shake. "Okay, this is... I'm done with stretching. Next, let's do some jumping rope!"

"Jumping rope?" Niran repeated, giving her a look that said everything. "Are you sure you want to try that?"

Supaporn, determined to prove herself, grabbed a rope from the nearby bin. "Yes, I'm going to jump rope like a pro," she said confidently, even though her legs were still wobbly from the stretches.

She swung the rope overhead and jumped—well, *tried* to jump. The first few attempts were more like frantic hops, with the rope slapping her legs and her feet tripping over each other. After three failed attempts, she finally caught the rope and made one decent jump. "See? I'm doing it!" she yelled, even though she was completely out of sync with the rope's rhythm.

Niran, watching in silence, held back a laugh. "You're jumping like a kangaroo on caffeine. Try to slow down and keep the rhythm."

Supaporn glared at him. "I know what I'm doing, okay?" She tried again, but this time she tripped over the rope entirely, landing on her knees with an awkward thud. 

Niran sighed, walking over to help her up. "Okay, enough with the rope. Let's just move to some weights, alright?"

"Fine," Supaporn said, clearly a bit deflated but still determined. She followed him to the dumbbell section, picking up a small set of weights. "How hard can it be to lift these?" she muttered, her confidence barely intact.

Niran showed her the proper way to lift the dumbbells, demonstrating a few controlled movements. Supaporn, trying to mimic him, picked up the dumbbells and started to lift them. But after a few reps, her arms started to tremble, and she struggled to lift them properly. She gave Niran a pleading look.

"I can't... I can't lift them anymore," she groaned, her arms practically shaking from the strain.

Niran shook his head and sighed. "I told you not to start with weights right away. You need to build strength first. Here, let me help you."

But Supaporn wasn't one to give up easily. "I can do it! I'm going to keep going," she insisted, pushing herself to lift the dumbbells again, but this time her legs wobbled, and she almost fell over.

"I think you need a personal trainer, not just me," Niran said, trying not to laugh at his sister's efforts. He gently took the dumbbells from her hands. "Okay, we're done here. You've reached your workout limit for the day."

Supaporn pouted, her arms still sore from the dumbbell mishap. "But I want to keep going! I can do it! I'm just warming up."

Niran raised an eyebrow. "Supaporn, you've already exhausted yourself in every single exercise. I think it's time for a break before you hurt yourself."

Supaporn flopped down onto the nearest bench, her face dramatically scrunched up. "Fine, but I want to try again tomorrow. No stopping me next time!"

Niran smiled, shaking his head. "I'll believe it when I see it."

As they walked out of the gym, Supaporn's mood had lightened, despite her earlier failures. "I might be sore, but at least I tried," she said with a grin. "I'm going to get stronger, Niran. Just wait!"

Niran chuckled, ruffling her hair. "We'll see, Supaporn. We'll see."

**Scene: The Morning Snack Delivery**

The morning sun had just begun its ascent, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood as Kamon walked out of her house, her school uniform neatly pressed and her snack bag swinging by her side. The familiar sounds of the neighborhood greeted her—dogs barking, birds chirping, and the hum of people beginning their daily routines. The neighbors were out in full force, starting their work, washing clothes, and chatting in groups as they prepared for the day. Kamon loved the energy of the neighborhood, but she didn't have time to linger. She had a long day ahead, and she was determined to get to school on time.

As she passed by the landlady's house, Kamon caught sight of her neighbor standing by the front gate, a flurry of movement inside. The landlady's house was always a bit chaotic, with random clattering noises and her various pets running around. Kamon was used to it by now, and her mind was already preoccupied with the school day ahead. She swung her snack bag absentmindedly, lost in her thoughts.

Just as she walked past the gate, it suddenly creaked open, and the landlady stepped out, holding a snack bag in her hands. Kamon stopped short, not wanting to be rude but not exactly eager for an interruption. 

"Kamon!" the landlady called out, waving at her. "Hold on, dear! Could you do me a favor?"

Kamon turned around, her face slightly contorted with reluctance. "Uh, what is it?"

The landlady smiled widely, clearly in a good mood despite the early hour. "Thanwa left his snack bag here, and I need you to give it to him. Can you do that for me?"

Kamon blinked in surprise. Of all the things to ask, this was not what she expected. "But... I'm already heading to school," she said, glancing at the group of students who were beginning to gather behind her, all heading to the bus stop.

The landlady's expression softened, and she gestured toward the snack bag. "It won't take long, dear. It's just a small favor. He forgot it, and you're already on your way. I'll be so grateful if you do this for me."

Kamon sighed inwardly. She wasn't thrilled about the task, but she didn't want to upset the landlady, and it wasn't like she had a choice. "Fine," she muttered, reluctantly taking the snack bag from her. 

The landlady smiled and patted Kamon on the shoulder. "Thank you, thank you! You're such a good girl!"

Kamon nodded, but she didn't really feel like a good girl. More like a reluctant messenger. As she turned to head off again, she saw her classmates behind her, ready to catch the bus. They didn't seem to mind, and Kamon couldn't blame them for that. They had their own things to deal with. 

As she walked toward the bus station, she could already feel the regret building up inside her. *Why did I agree to this?* Kamon thought. *I'm just trying to get to school, and now I'm carrying this snack bag for Thanwa like some errand runner.*

By the time she reached the bus shed, she was already second-guessing her decision. She briefly considered throwing the bag in the trash, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. The landlady had been kind to her, after all. And it wasn't the bag's fault. *I'm just not in the mood for errands today,* Kamon thought, rolling her eyes. *This is the last time I do someone a favor before school.*

The bus ride was uneventful, but Kamon still couldn't shake the feeling that she was wasting time, like she could have been doing something more important instead. But, alas, it was too late now.

Upon arriving at school, she went straight to class, determined to just get the task over with. But when she walked into the classroom, she immediately noticed that Thanwa wasn't there. *Of course,* Kamon thought with a sigh. *He's probably skipping class again.*

She spotted him, however, in the distance—across the school grounds, standing in the middle of the field, engaging in a rather intense badminton game with his friend Chanon. Kamon shook her head with an exasperated sigh. *Typical Thanwa,* she thought. *Always making me run errands, but when I finally do, he's too busy to notice.*

Without wasting any more time, she walked over to the field, snack bag in hand, trying to keep a neutral expression as she approached them. Thanwa was in the middle of a serve when he saw her, his eyes lighting up as if he had just realized something.

"Oh, Kamon! You actually came through with it!" Thanwa said with a grin, his voice laced with surprise and amusement.

"Yeah, yeah," Kamon muttered, rolling her eyes. "Here's your snack bag. The landlady sends her regards."

Thanwa took the snack bag, but his attention was quickly pulled back to the game. He barely had time to thank her before he turned to Chanon and got back into position.

Kamon stood there for a moment, still holding her breath as she waited for Thanwa to at least acknowledge her for doing this favor. But he was too caught up in the game to really care, and Kamon sighed in defeat. 

As she turned to leave, she bumped into Supaporn, who was jogging past her in a frantic rush.

"Supaporn?" Kamon asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Supaporn was clearly out of breath, her face flushed from exertion. She was in her workout gear, a bit out of breath but determined. "I'm trying to stay in shape," Supaporn panted, a smile on her face despite the effort. "You know, physical health! It's all about endurance. I'm going to be so fit, Kamon! I'll be unstoppable!" 

Kamon gave her a skeptical look. "Right, just don't run yourself into the ground, okay? You'll end up passing out before lunch."

Supaporn laughed, waving her off as she continued to jog around the field, clearly in her own little wo

rld. Kamon watched her for a moment before shaking her head and heading toward the school building, still carrying the weight of her unasked-for errand on her shoulders.