Opposites Do Attract

Prologue

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"Nothing beats a first kiss....."

I scrunched up my nose as I popped another chip inside my mouth. It was really the third time Drew Barrymore had told Adam Sandler that line. I rubbed my eyes and yawned loudly. 50 First Dates was the sixth movie I've watched after deciding to have a movie marathon all by myself inside my room on a lazy Sunday.

When I say I'm going to have a movie marathon, it means a non-stop, no-break (not even a minute), around the clock, day and night movie marathon. I'm maybe exaggerating but, I swear, I couldn't even remember myself getting up and took a drizzle break.

I did a quick glance at the wall clock. My eyes widened when I saw it was almost nine in the evening.

Holy Shit!

It's been my hobby to watch movies while I sketch. It'd always let me relax and forget all the dramas in life.

I held up my sketchbook when I finished Drew's nose. I smiled at my precious work.

I should hang this one up too.

I looked around my room and immediately creased my brows as I saw packs of chips, drinks, pillows and pieces of papers scattered around the floor. My head was throbbing and realized maybe because of drinking too much cola. I placed the sketchbook on top of my bed.

A knock in my door startled me and before I could answer, Mama Lucia's head popped in.

"I cooked delicious pasta for you." She said innocently with her Spanish accent.

There was really something on her voice that I couldn't point out but it always feels warm and mother-like.

"Thank you, Mama. But I'm still full. I just had three packs of chips today." I shrugged and gave her an apologetic smile.

She clicked her tongue and entered herself inside. "I know. But, it's not good for you. I can't take you to the hospital again. You should have atleast eat some healthy food." I sensed the concern on her voice.

"Yuh." I dropped my head, realizing my fault. "But..."

"No buts, young lady. Come on." She cut me off, gesturing me to follow her as she turned to the door. "I'll wait for you downstairs." She added before she disappeared from my sight.

I sighed loudly. I turned the movie off before I pulled myself off from my blanket. I stretched my arms and bended my back as soon as I got up. I felt like I've broken a bone.

"Have I gone crazy?" I spoke to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.

Tomorrow's the departmental exam and for the biology major students, like me, it's the most awaited and most terrifying exam to be taken and yet here I was, watching chickflick movies instead of spending my entire day studying for the said exam.

Time flew so fast and I still couldn't believe it's already Finals week. Our final grades would be based on the exam's result.

Science was really not my thing. Like never in my whole life. I was just waiting for the semester to end and I could finally shift to another course.

I always wanted to be an artist. It was my parents' choice that I took the course. As doctors, they encouraged me to become like them, someday. But, it won't really work for me. I was thinking maybe I was just wasting a year. If only I could make them understand. If only they could realize that art is my passion. But, they were just thinking about themselves. About the reputation of our family name.

Hammington.

It has been always for the Hammingtons. Who would have thought I came from a family of surgeons, pediatricians, dentists, physicians and not to mention our family doctor is my grandfather.You name it, Hammingtons have it.

I know I should be proud of my family but it'd been always a heartbreak for me.

They were the reason why I became like this.

My friends say, I'm a punk. No, I'm not. But, rebel. Yes. I've been a rebel for almost a year now.

I was called a punk at school after I dyed my hair pink and pierced my nose and belly button two weeks ago. I purposely did those because I heard you can't become a doctor if you have piercings and a pink hair. I didn't mean you can't be one but who would trust a doctor with this kind of look. It would be crazy! I also thought of getting a tattoo after this sem. That's how strongly I disagreed on their decision.

It's been a tough year for me knowing that I took the course not because it's what I love but because it's what my parents thought that they could be proud of.

"Come down now before this gets cold." Mama Lucia called out, snapping out my reverie.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." I slipped on my socks before I started to the door.

I walked downstairs, sighing loudly. Another parentless night.

Sounds melancholic huh?
Nah! I'm already used to it.

I started to the kitchen where I found Mama Lucia preparing my food.

Mama Lucia's my nanny for fifteen years. She's from Spain and came here to seek for a job when my parents found her and hired her as my nanny. She stood up as my second mother when my real mother's not home (that's why I call her Mama). Mama Lucia was the one who brought me to school during my first day when I turned four. I couldn't forget the times when we both celebrated my fifth, seventh and tenth birthday together. Just the two of us at home. That was when my both parents were out of town for some scheduled appointments and called that they were sorry for they couldn't come home and celebrate with us. It was just weird that it happened thrice and unluckily during my special days.

Yes, it was such a shame.

But, as long as my Mama Lucia's with me, nothing could stop me from celebrating my birthdays, not even a single drop of tear.

"Your mommy called this morning."

"Oh." Was all I answered. I took a seat and got the fork which Mama Lucia handed to me. "Thanks." I half-smiled.

I didn't want to ask why she called. I already knew the answer to my question and I was sick and tired of listening to it. So, might as well not to ask.

"She's going home tomorrow." But, Mama Lucia spilled it anyway. She sat across me.

I looked at her blankly and she just shrugged. She knew what was going on my mind.

"She knew about your exam tomorrow, sweetheart."

"Uh..." I trailed off.
Shit! I knew she would come home because of it.

"Yes, I know you're mad at her but just consider her this time." Mama Lucia tried to calm me down.

"Consider her what? Her being inconsiderate? Mama, you know how hard this is for me. She only cares about herself and what her friends say. I know she's coming home because she would try to encourage me and pretend to be proud of me. And if I'm not gonna make it, she would blame me for the rest of my life. I'm already tired of it." I felt like my heart was going to explode.

"I know, sweetheart. I've seen how hard it is for you. I can't blame you either for saying that to your mom because I know this is not what you want for your life." She stood up and walked towards my side.

I leaned on to her waist as she comforted me. I couldn't help but let my tears fall down my cheeks. I never thought life would be unfair.

Being an only child with parents who don't trust your ability and who always keep on telling you what to do with your own life felt like someone had put a choker on your neck and as you tried to get away with it, it only kept on getting tighter and tighter and it would eventually lead to your death.

My life's not what a typical teenager would want to live in.

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