Niti was born in a busy metropolitan hospital far far away, and recieved a brown fuzzy teddy bear from a ananymous doctor. She opened her dark brown eyes, frowned, and started to bawl very loudly, alarming everyone in the vicinity. Ladies outside thought this was a bad omen, and that Niti would grow up to be a very unpromising young woman.
So Niti grew. She moved to a place that smelled like chocolate, and enjoyed riding kiddie coasters at the nearby themepark. On weekends her parents would drive her to a city with a big white house and they would eat burritos. Then they'd drive back home. Niti would sleep in the car.
When Niti was 2, her hair was a colorful brown, with reddish highlights. It almost seemed king of auburn. Niti herself was cute and cuddly, with dimples in her cheeks that all the ladies adored. They often pinched her cheek in so-called affection, but Niti knew they were trying to make her angry.
At age 3, Niti moved to a far away place, and remained there till age 7. In that time, Niti evolved into an art-crazed, systematic, shy, and easily upset cry-baby. She lost her light brown hair and it was replaced by dark brown, instead. She lost her chubbiness, too, and ladies no longer pinched her cheeks.
At age 7 Niti moved away from the far away place and came back to a place with a great hockey team, although they could have chosen a less satanic name. There she stayed, in a town that meant beautiful village in French, until her luck turned and she got to trash that place in the middle of third grade.
She moved up, up, up to a place where the football team was very American-pride-ish. She was shy, short, and smart. She didn't resent being shy, short, or smart. In fact, she thought it was quite in to be shy, short, and smart. She made friends with un-shy, un-short, and smart people. She became un-shy. But she remained short.
Over the summer Niti visited the home of Elvis, and slept over for a month. She was introduced to ice-skating at a giant mall, and would go there every day for hours. She visited her dad's friend's six foot tall twelve-year old daughter and ate veggie grilled burgers. Then she returned home for school.
She played basketball and tennis. She dared to go parasailing and lost a shoe. She weaseled her way into her art teacher's inner circle and persuaded him to give her an A+, instead of another boy who really deserved it much more. She developed people skills, and began to socialize. She remained short.
Then, in the middle of sixth grade, Niti moved for the last time. She moved to the next town, and was very, very pissed off. She thought it was stupid to move, since there was no real logical reason, other than their new house had gorgeous wallpaper and their garden was nice.
She began to make new friends, and all the while she stayed in touch with her old friends from every other place she had lived. At this new school, no one knew that Niti was once a shy, systematic, easily-upset crybaby. No, Niti had evolved into a somewhat loud, talkative person. She remained short.
Then she went on into seventh grade. She began to see that moving here was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had lots of REAL friends who cared about her. She played basketball and tennis and she ice-skated. She ran two miles every day, and constantly jumped up and down. She accumilated the maximum limit of buddies on aim. She did her homework and got good grades without ever studying for a test.
Niti got an allowance of a month. Extra expenses were covered as interest by her parents. She began to once more develop her artistic abilities, selling her works for as much as a piece. She had her own website, and always forgot about it. She was more into the whole aim thing. She also liked to read, and developed an extravagant vocabulary. She began to write.
Niti met her best friends at her new school. She had many good friends, too. She was a vegetarian, and had been her whole life. She wasn't an anorexic, because she knew she didn't have to be one. She ate like a pig but remained 79 pounds.
She decided that she was physically fit, because she never seemed to get tired or get cramps. Plus, she could run like hell when it came to man-to-man defense in basketball, and her speed and aggresiveness made up for her shortness. Niti wasn't the same shy person anymore. All the fouls on the other team were made by her.
Niti has decided that her life doesn't suck. Yay for Niti.
She still remains short.
