Without a reason and Unconditionally

CHAPTER: 1

It never occurred to me that I'd be over-thinking everything by the time I turn 17.

Excellency, brilliance, finesse , are what everyone in my family looks in for me. So much for being a genius till middle school.

Eventhough my parents pretty much gave up on me in that category, I'm always, always coerced by grandparents, from both sides. My mother always say that my happiness is the only thing that matters as long as what I do and enjoy doing is decent enough. But both my patriarchal and matriarchal grandparents don't think the same. It's imposed on me from day one that I become and take place of the fourth-generation doctor. My parents think otherwise, but being the first grandchild, I'd never want to dishonour my family's name.

My grandmother's, actually.

I don't have the greatest grades, trust me, I'm really average. I'm always told that I should always be at the top and that I have potential, great genes and all, but being at the top is always so lonely. I figured that by the time I turned 14, my first imperfect score.

By 15, I figured out that I don't compete with others, but myself.

And by 16, I figured out that isolation is not always the best.

This is where my best friend comes in. My long lost twin in appearance but polar opposites. But really, she's definitely more pretty. Like when two people- average and pretty have some similar features. She have this feminine aura radiating around her, she's really shy,- around people she doesn't know.

"You should start an internship soon. And do some volunteering work at hospitals, they carry great credits once you get to college" my gramma said from the line.

I sighed and took a deep breath. "I understand. I'll make sure to work on it"

Before I even utter another word, the line was cut off. As usual, always cutting the line after saying what she wants.

I walked in class with formulas running in my head for my math test today.

"Felicity in the house!" Jason, a male friend of mine shouted.

There they were. One of the reasons I still smile to date.

"In the class, actually" I said, smiling.

Meet these dorks, MY dorks.Rinnie
Stark; my best friend, Jason Simmons and Donnovan Furtick.

"What'd I miss?" I asked as I settle down.

"The Burning Sun scandal" Rinnie spoke.

I nodded and they continued their conversation, their opinions and the topic shifted to feminism, society, government until the bell rang and Mr.Green made an entrance and started the class.

I always make sure to listen everything that's being said and explained in the class, so that I don't have to study at home. It's been so long since I really studied at home. If I have to by-heart things for my tests, I do it in the car on my way to school. Other than that, I don't do it anymore. And that's exactly why my grades are so average, I don't put loads of effort like I'm supposed to.

Eventhough I'm practically forced to become a medical student, biology and mathematics flew as a blessing for me from the skies. And maybe it's because of my hardwork from four to fourteen, and that I understand the basics, I've never really hated it. Dislike, sure. But hatred and dislike are completely two different things.