Hi! My name is Knovaa Wisconsin. You say it "Nova" but I spell it with a 'K' and two 'a's and and write the 'o' as a heart because there are too many Novas out there and I couldn't live if I wasn't unique and myself. A lot of people don't like me because of that, but it's not my fault I'm different. And I say why is it so bad if I prefer to sit in a tree in the rain and write poetry than go to a wild party? Not that I don't like parties, but boys always get soooooooooooooo drunk and always hit on me and try to rape me because I'm so beautiful. I'd much rather hang out in a park. But hey, whatever, right?
I'm sixteen years old, and I have long, flowing, raven tresses, which are tinted with purple. I don't dye it, though – it's totally natural and has always grown that way. People make fun of me for that, but I don't want to dye over it. That wouldn't be me. Or unique, like I am. I also have flawless, translucent, pale skin, that I hate because it makes me look like a vampire, and silver-flecked amethyst golden emerald sapphire eyes that are big and almond-shaped and rimmed with super-long black purple-tinged eyelashes, and are my best feature. The best I can say about my nose is that it's small, though it kind of turns up at the end, which is kind of weird. But cute! My body is voluptuous, but skinny, and no matter how much I eat, I don't break out or get fat. And I have very pretty feet.
But even though I'm totally beautiful, I'm not conceited or anything. I kind of have my own unique personal style, but I don't really care how I dress, and I don't wear makeup because I want to look natural. I'm not stuck-up, and I really do want to be friends with people. If only they'd give me a chance... But they won't, because I'm too different for them.
To really understand why I'm so different, even though you won't understand, because no one really understands me, which is lame, you have to know more about me, and especially my family. See, my father is the famous scientist Elan Wisconsin. He works – or used to work, I should say – in the Amazon rainforest, trying to find new natural cures for diseases like AIDS and the common cold and syphilis. That's where he met my mother, Chlamydia. They fell in love at first sight, got married, and had me, right there in the Amazon rainforest. They raised me there for nearly fourteen years. But then something horrible happened that I don't like to talk about, and my father brought me back to the city. He turned his back on the rainforest, and enrolled me in a public school, hoping I'd make some friends and adjust to life with other people. (AN: just like cady in that movie mean girls only without the goths who were her friends.) But growing up in the wild away from people made me too different and unique to fit in, so I was shunned by the whole school. Even the ugly geeky kids who play Dungeons & Dragons. That stung.
At first, Zak Young was just like the rest of them – some random tall, muscular, blond tan senior who would be graduating in a year, and who, despite living next door to me, would never talk to me. But then he actually did graduate, and went away to work for a logging company for the summer. It was after he got back that I actually looked at him for the first time. And I was really surprised. I thought he was just another gorgeous, older jerk who tried to hit on me once because okay, maybe the skirt I was wearing that day was a bit short, or the top was a tad low-cut, or maybe it was the fishnet tights. But he actually seemed kind of nice. And then I found out that Zak loves the rainforest almost as much as I do. And even though no one really gets me, or how special the jungle is to me, I think he might come close.
So, of course, I fell in love.
The problem is that he didn't know I existed. Nothing I did made him notice me. Nothing. Not even walking to school past his house wearing my zebra-print purple hoodie, my orange bikini top, my pink fishnets, and my black miniskirt (not the one with the little skulls on it, the shorter one). So I gave up all hope that he would ever love me – I mean, after all, I'm so ugly with my too-long legs and my oversized boobs and my weird nose, and I'm too different for us to ever be together. But still, a tiny bud of hope like a seed lived in my heart, undernourished, hidden, but still there. I didn't really believe, however, that he would ever like me. Until that day...
AN: hi I'm carly and this is my first fic so plz be nice, no flamrz. thanx to sidney 4 editing this chp. s ur awesome!
i hope u like knovaa, i think she's pretty awesome and stuff. sidney told me 2 call this chp 'u say it nova' because she thought people might have trouble saying knovaa's name, but i put it in the chp, so i got to name this chp after my favourite fall out boy song instead. i wish i could really make the 'o' into a heart, but u can't do that with word. grrr.
the next chp is gonna have zak in it! omg!
plz r&r, or i won't post the next chp! anyone who r&rs gets a virtual tree! plant ur own rainforest!