Chapter One

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I just dyed my hair pink a few days ago after my parents went to the other side of the country for some appointments. As usual.

My mom would freak out when she sees me.

"Shy? Sweetheart? Wake up now. It's time to go to school." Mama Lucia knocked on my door.

I groaned loudly and stretched out my arms. "Alright." I stared at my light pink ceiling.

Today's a big day. But, wait. Not for me. Only for them.

I let out a big sigh before I got myself up from the bed. I got my robe and started to the bathroom.

I opened my closet after brushing my teeth and came out from taking a shower.

I didn't even know what to wear because I really didn't want to go to school. I didn't open my notes or read my books last night and I already knew what the result would be.

I picked the black jeans and white sweatshirt. "Okay, this doesn't look bad."

I combed my hair and let it dry. I decided not to pin it up to a bun so my mom would be really surprise when she sees it. I inhaled deeply before I got out from the bedroom.
I started to the stairs when I heard voices murmuring. I walked towards the living room only to find out my mom sitting on the couch. I glanced at Mama Lucia while she was talking to her.

I didn't know she's coming home this early.

"Ah. There you are." Mama Lucia stopped when she saw me.

My mom's head turned to my way and I swear, she looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Oh my God! Are you out of your mind?!" She stood up as she placed both of her palms on her cheeks.

This is exactly what I was planning! Yep, suck it up mother dearest!

"What?" I tried to make my voice sound confused. I tried hard not to laugh at her reaction.

"What did you do to your hair?" She screamed that her voice echoed inside the room.

"Isn't it pretty?" I cocked my head and stared at her intently.

"You..." Mom pointed a finger at me. "This is so disrespectful."

I looked down as her words hit me hard. I didn't expect those from her. That was not for disrespecting but my intention was to let them realize that I disagree at their decision. I couldn't hold my tears any longer.

"I can't believe you're doing this to us, Shiloh." Her voice was shaking. I know she was in rage even if I wasn't looking at her. "We were all doing what's best for you yet this is what you're giving us back." She added.

I wanted to run away but I couldn't feel my legs. I was sobbing so hard that I can barely breathe.

"What would our relatives say if they'd know about this? What would your grandfather say..."

"I knew it! That's what you were always thinking about, mom. You always think about what might other people say about me. Who are they to judge me?" I cut her off. I let my heart speak.

"You don't understand..." She exclaimed.

"Mom, I'm already eighteen! I can choose my own decision already. It's you who don't understand. Why do you always force me to love what you love, mom? I have my own life and I want to live the way I want." I said between my sobs.

"What do you mean, Shiloh? Do you think looking like that would make you a doctor?"

Gosh! She didn't get my point!

I pulled my hair. I couldn't believe she didn't get my point.

"Mom! I don't want to be like you." There I said it.

Her eyes widen and her skin looked pale. Her lips were shaking as she tried to speak another word.

Mama Lucia suddenly grabbed my shoulder."Shiloh, sweetheart, just calm down." She wrapped me inside her arms. My body was shaking.

But, I pushed myself from her and rushed towards the door. I didn't think about not having breakfast anymore or bringing my schoolbag. I wiped away my tears as I started towards my car. Luckily, I brought my phone, purse and key with me. They're always inside my pocket.

I quickly climbed inside the driver's seat. I didn't know where I was going. I couldn't go to school looking like that. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Roxy's number. But when I did, the phone went straight to the voicemail. "Shit!"

Oh why can't she be with me right now?

Yuh, right. She's gone to the school by now. She was going to take the test too.

My day just got shittier.

I thought for a moment, trying to figure out my course of action. Where else could I go?

The school was my last choice. But, if I was going there, then there's no possiblity that I couldn't take the exam. Everybody could see me.

I groaned at the thought.
Maybe I could take the exam. I don't care about failing anyway.

I finally thought of a way. I buckled myself in and turned on the car. I pulled out of the driveway without hesitation. I was on my way to school.

"I'll take the test and fail it. Then, when I failed, I have to shift to another course. And there's nothing my parents can do about it." I muttered to myself as I drove.

Sounds brilliant!

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