About The Girl
Who?: Nischera.
Age: 16.
When?: September 9 (Virgo).
Where?: Brooklyn, NY.
Occupation: Student
Major: Pre-Physical Therapy
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown with glasses; hazel when I'm feeling sexy. :-)
Religion: Seventh-day Adventist Christian
More Info?
Ethnicity: 87% Black, 5% Carribean Indian, 5% Spanish, 3% European - Scottish to be exact
Loves: Anime (especially shoujo and Kare Kano), manga with happy endings, root beers, reading, music, swimming, vanilla ice cream, Souichirou Arima, web design, English, travelling, and my Maltese, Isis.
Dislikes: My old guidance counselor(AKA Evil Incarnate), Physics, Calculus, Chemistry, Math, PMS, backstabbers, and Jamaican guys with bad intentions.
Favorites
Music Artists: Beyonce, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Jars of Clay, South, Jaci Valasquez, LaRue, Shaun Groves, Coldplay, Audio Adrenaline, dcTalk, Stevie Nicks, Smokey Robinson, The Temptations, Diana Ross, Matchbox 20, Madonna, Sarah McLachlan, Bonnie Raitt, Travis, Blink 182, Sigur Ros, R.E.M., Fleetwood Mac, The Cranberries, and Hilary Duff. I'm such a music mutt really. My tastes vary widely.
Movies/TV: The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Vanilla Sky, Huckleberry Finn (with Elijah Wood), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Van Hellsing, Spiderman, Angel, Tru Calling, General Hospital, My Wife & Kids, MythQuest, One Life To Live, Oprah,and MTV Cribs.
Anime: Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou (aka Kare Kano/His and Her Circumstances), Vampire Hunter D, Ayashi no Ceres, Fruits Basket, Marmalade Boy, Ah! My Goddess, and still hungry for more!
Foods: Macaroni pie, lasagna, spaghetti and (vegetarian) meatballs, pizza, french fries, fish filet sandwiches, hero sandwiches, salads, roti and channa, polourri and tamarind sauce, spinach (but only if my dad makes it), cheese rolls, and (vegetarian) hot dogs.
Herstory (not History)
I think I was born on a Wednesday. Well, what does it matter? I'm the eldest child, and my family and I lived upstate and moved to Brooklyn when I was very young. A couple years later, my mom announced she was pregnant, hence the arrival of my little brother. We're four years apart, and he's a pain the posterior. I was homeschooled for a while, until my mother finally decided to send me to a private school in downtown Brooklyn. I hated it. So, we checked out another school, and I found it pretty much to my liking so I ended up there for the next six or seven years until I graduated. Somewhere in the process of elementary school, I got skipped twice, to the anger and jealousy of many of my peers. Of course kids can be cruel - they teased me about being so young in my class - this in turn caused me to act out a little. It only got worse when I hit fifth grade and started to win first in every competition. Math, science, english, spelling - you name it, I won it. The students hated me. Their parents hated me. Even some of the school staff accused my mother of rigging the competitions. When I think about it, she went through a lot of crap with me. Anywayz, they were all too glad when I graduated, valedictorian of my class (after a fight with the principal, who was totally against my skipping from sixth grade to eighth). All these experiences shaped me to be non-trusting, suspicious, and even hateful of anyone who came my way. I started to hate the fact that I was so different, I even ripped up an exam once, just so I could fail. I hated being number one. It made every one hate me. Elementary school was tough. But high school was hell.
I think that most high school students never tell their younger relatives how horrible high school could be. They never tell you about the cliques and the cruelty, and the groups, and the intricate hierarchy that is involved. I think everyone learns the hard way. It was like a bucket of cold water in my face when I learned that I didn't have what it took to be classified as a "Cute Girl," and was automatically dumped into the "Smart, Nerdy Type" group. I would always over hear others talking about me, and they would say how much they disliked me, when they didn't know me, and I didn't know them. They judged a book by it's cover, and I found that so unfair. I withdrew deeper and deeper into my shell, and I would only associate with the people who were in my "group." But over four years, I've made some forever friends. However, even then and unto this day, I don't even know if they saw the real me. I was always afraid if I let out a little more, if I showed all my true colors, it would be someone that they didn't like. I have a complex about these things. I put on a face that no one could remove, not even my ex-boyfriend, Charles. He was a real sweetheart. And everyday I still feel guilty, because I felt like I lied to him and my friends. We went out for a long time, and I don't think I've ever gotten that close to someone of the opposite sex that was not in my family. But still, I felt as if I couldn't trust him. I couldn't let him see the real me. The real me who gets really annoyed if you're nagging her while she's doing something important. The real me who flips out on someone because she's PMSing. The real me who would string a guy along just to see how it feels. The real me who'd rather snuggle up with my boyfriend and a good movie and a pint of vanilla ice cream than with her A&P book. The real me who instigates, coerces, and blackmails my brother on a daily basis. I'm still waiting for that person who I can let go completely with. I'm thinking if he does come, I probably won't recognize him - and I probably won't deserve him inthe end.
But I'm not complaining, you know? I know that there are alot of people who have had it worse than me. Problems that hit harder than a social and insecurity complex. All I'm saying is that these things have shaped me into the person I am today, and I'm going to try to be proud of that person, no matter what.