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About Che


Hi there

My old “about me” section was incredibly long and detailed and somewhat boring so I decided to rewrite it and only include what I perceive to be necessary information. Oh, also, I thought it was weird of me to be sharing so much about myself on the internet.

So, I go by the name Che online, because it's a cool name and I hate my own name. I'm a girl, and I'm 17 years old. It's a good age, really, but I can't wait for the “freedom” that being 18 brings. Mainly, being able to buy alcohol.

I am a first-year student at a large 6th form college in England. For us, what we call “college” is what Americans would call their last two years of high school. But we get to have a lot more freedom than in secondary school; only having to study 3 or 4 subjects, not having to be in school all day, just when you have lessons and being respected more. At least, that's what it's like at my college.
I am studying A-level Psychology (OCR exam board) A-level Sociology (Eduqas exam board) and Level 3 Criminology (WJEC exam board) and hopefully will be taking the Level 3 EPQ qualification in my 2nd year as I previously took the Level 2 in year 9.

My favourite books:The Hannibal series by Thomas Harris, anything true crime related by Ann Rule and House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
My favourite bands: Mother Mother, Glass Animals, Skinshape, Greenskeepers, Destroy Boys, Slaves, Pig With The Face Of A Boy, HMLTD, Black Honey, Ghost Arcadia, Karyo, Animal collective, The Dresden Dolls, Everything Everything, twenty one pilots, fall out boy and a lot more
My favourite TV shows: Hannibal, Bates Motel, Supernatural, Sherlock, Torchwood, Doctor who, Line of duty, Taskmaster and probably a lot more

My Wattpad is @gayboyscience
My Instagram is @m4mischa
Go find me :-)



Drumming, playing guitar, writing, reading




"The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth."
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening