Nova Cane

Hey. I'm Nova.

I'm 18. Born in Cali, February '84. I'm basically living my dream life.... minus my mom partying nonstop and never being home. Which is annoying, obviously.

That also means I pretty much live alone. Sounds glamorous until you realize dinner is cereal most nights. Whatever. Worth it.

And before you ask how I pay for my apartment; I work at the mall. Hollister. Dream job. I make enough to cover rent and still buy shoes, so I'm doing fine.

At least my place is the party spot. No competition.

Summer is my season. Every year means a new bikini and sunglasses big enough to hide from people I don't feel like talking to.

If you actually know me, you know I'm into nu metal.

And yeah, alternative in general: Korn, Deftones, Limp Bizkit, Tool, Slipknot. Real music. Most people at school wouldn't recognize it if it was blasting in their ear which it usually is if they have the privilege of carpooling with me.

I stay on top of trends. Sometimes I am the trend. People at school kind of look to me to see what's next. I like it that way.

Shoes, makeup, money, clothes, and pink. That's the list.

By the way, I know I'm beautiful. I don't need anyone to tell me that.

...But it's still cute when Tyler does.

Speaking of Tyler, he's everything. We've known each other forever, but it really started back in '99, bonding over Korn and Tool at the record store. Since then it's been mixtapes, drive-in movies, and staying up way too late.

He's the only person I trust. The only one who knows everything. We watch dumb romance movies and cry-laugh, make each other cheesy gifts, and I steal his hoodies. They smell like him and cigarettes. It's comforting. All our love letters go into a scrapbook we share.

I judge people. Obviously.

But I don't mean to be cruel (usually). I just wish everyone felt as glamorous as I do.