Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be the cool kid, the one everyone knew and adored. I wanted the spotlight on me and me only, one word sums all of that up. Diva, as the years have gone by I quickly grew out of that. I do enjoy the occasional "spotlight" moments but it isn't me anymore.
The first two years of my high school life, I would spend in the library reading as many books as I possibly could or practicing away in the band room. I was a band geek and still am. I went from having no friends to being that kid that people wanted to be around, wanted to be in my inner circle. I eventually acquired a nickname that to this day has followed me. I was and still am called Mango.
I've gone through a lot in my 22 years of existence, I've learned, loved, and fallen. I'm always shy when I first meet someone but once I'm comfortable I can be a handful. I love it when people underestimate me, give me an opportunity for me to prove them wrong and leave them guessing what I would do next. I can be a tad bit unpredictable.
