Category : Adult

Sub Category : Graphic novel

When I was a little tyke I always thought myself to be a shy, weird and a tall lanky girl. A girl who kept her thoughts bottled up inside her mind, keeping it a hidden secret from the world. Just me, myself and I swimming in the ocean of my thoughts. Sometimes, though my relatives and friends who really knows me well could read me by my prominently obvious facial expressions. Most especially my mother. She would sometimes ask, " Cherice, what's wrong?? My reply," Nothing." And she would say, " Don't lie, tell me what's wrong??? I just shrugged my shoulders and said," Nothing mom, I am okay." ( But that was also a lie). Didn't really let my feelings and emotions control or get to me . I kept it contained and controlled. Being strong for myself.

While growing up I always had, both a facination and fond interest in drawing. Finding my inspiration from celeberty magazines, books and other artist's many unique type of art work. Watching video tutorials on how to start off with the basics of drawing. Such as shading, lining, textures etcetra and more. I was also a book worm, reading one book after another. Always being seen caring a book. Collection of books of all genres piled up in my room in a big brown card board box inside the sliding wood bedroom closet. My three favorites to read were mystery/suspense, teenage science fiction,