1. Currently, I like all of my family members. So instead, I'll give you a list of the family members I  would have said I wanted to get rid of at different points in my life.
Firstly, when I was really little I hated my dad. As far as I can remember, and as far as he ever knew, there was no real reason for it. 

My younger sister (I'm pretty sure, in my past mentions on Wattpad, I've given her the name Storm) has pretty much always been a source of annoyance. I'm pretty sure, from my dim memories of when I was four or five, we fought fairly often even before our other sister was born. And after that, well, when she wasn't fighting with me, she was fighting with Rowan. Since both of them have always been very loud compared to me, that was always very annoying and eventually started giving me headaches. Recently, they've mostly grown out of fighting, which is good. Storm has always been much stronger and gestured much more often than me, so she also often wound up accidentally hurting me, which didn't help at all. She also used to get really hyper when she had dairy, which meant we had to keep a supply of rice milk around for her. She has always sat right next next for meals, which meant her rice milk (which I really hated the smell of) was always right in my face. Thankfully, she did eventually lose her milk allergy. She also once managed to break the box I was using to store my money (which, since we've never had allowances, took a lot of work to collect) and lose pretty much all of it somewhere in the house. Not only was the money something I couldn't easily replace, the box was special. Another time, I was given a special container of gold glitter for my birthday, and though I was sure I had always kept it with my calligraphy pen (which may have been from that same birthday or from some previous occasion, I don't remember) but eventually it disappeared. The next time I saw a container of gold glitter, just a week or two after I noticed my glitter missing, Storm was using it for some pointless project. She claimed it was not my glitter, and maybe she actually believed it, but I knew better. I'm the one who has the best idea of what art supplies we've gained over the years, and all the other glitter I ever remembered us getting was in a certain type of tube, which my glitter was not. Plus, I'm pretty sure my glitter was made of larger squares of shiny material than the other glitter was. I'm not sure I ever did get that glitter back. 
Besides fighting with Storm a lot, Rowan has always been quite prone to temper tantrums. If any of us kids could be described as a spoiled brat, Rowan is the one. She also often takes forever to decide what to order at restaurants, which has sometimes led to tantrums about us "not giving her a chance to decide." The intention is for her to order when she has finally decided, but when she decides to throw a tantrum about it she doesn't get to order anything, which of course means the tantrum continues all the way home. Still, I've never hated her the way I once hated Storm, thought I've rarely liked her, until recently when the two of them started learning how to not fight. 
My cousin John has always made a point of being as annoying as possible. As he's a little ball of energy, and has taught himself how to make REALLY LOUD clicking sounds, "as annoying as possible" is quite annoying. Recently, though, the two of us have bonded some, and now instead of him trying to annoy me, he tries to annoy everyone else, and then rambles on and on to me about Minecraft, or tries to make me laugh (which he has discovered is as easy as telling me "I bet I can make you laugh), or pokes my arm and runs away. He used to do the poking thing when he was being annoying, but now it's a unspoken game between us to see who can manage to poke the other the most. Of course, he always winds up winning, because he is a little ball of energy, but... 

The final person who I have often hated is my grandpa Eli. He was always really strict, and not in a "I care about you and don't want you to get hurt" sort of way. He would yell at us kids about watching videos and filling the house with their sounds, and then turn up the radio really loudly and listen to it until like two in the morning. He also took baths for a whole hour every morning, and since there was only the bathroom he used and then a second all the way up the creepy, creaking stairs (which were often annoying to climb even when you didn't need to pee really badly) this could be a big problem, especially when there were eight or nine people in the house. A big part of his strictness was to do with food. If he didn't like something, he was of the opinion that nobody else should eat it either. My dad once described him as somebody who thought others only had conflicting opinions with him because they wanted to be original. Secretly, everybody liked all the same things as him. Still, I had a couple (very rare) good moments with him, and even when he was being particularly horrible, at least we only ever visited once every year or two. 

2. My favorite song... well, there isn't just one. There's too many for me to name, or even remember, so I'll just tell you the name of the one I'm currently listening to. Legend, by Kathy Mar. I highly encourage everybody to check it out, along with the rest of her songs, particularly the ones from the album Songbird. 

3. Horses. I sorta like cats, but they make too much mess, and since they live in the same house as me, well... I think I could deal with mucking out a horse's stall every day or two, and they've pretty much always been my favorite animals, once I got past the stage where I thought airplanes were my favorite animal. 

4. Uhh... somewhere with not a lot of ants, I guess. Since I nearly got sprayed by ants when trying to take a shower, they've freaked me out in a way they never did before. And a fairly low living cost, compared to here in California, would be great. Beyond that, I'm not entirely sure. 

5. Maybe England? Or, actually Canada sounds great. Yeah, I think if I ever wind up living outside the United States, it will be in Canada. If I had any confidence in my ability to speak Spanish, Mexico might be a decent option too, but despite having been at schools with English-Spanish dual immersion programs for six years and then taking a refresher course halfway through middle school, I don't think I've ever really known enough Spanish to carry on an even a halfway decent conversation in it, and by now most of what I did know has faded away. I'm just not meant to learn a second language, I guess, unless you count music. I'm sure my teachers taught me about ten times as much Spanish as I ever learned. 

6. My favorites are Mexican foods and Vietnamese soup (Pho), but I'm not sure I've encountered any cultural cuisine where I couldn't find anything I liked, except maybe Thai food. Grilled cheese sandwiches (particularly if ham is also involved), ravioli, and my mom's meatloaf meatballs are also favorites. I don't like any vegetables other than raw carrots, (though most forms of dried corn—corn nuts, popcorn, things like tortillas made from ground corn— are good, they also may not entirely count as vegetables) and mostly don't like meats other than fairly lean beef and chicken, but I make up for not eating veggies by being extra sure to eat some sort of fruit. I also don't like most nuts, but since I will happily eat refried beans (not whole beans, though), eggs, beef, chicken, ham, and occasionally bacon, I'm not hurting in terms of protein. I've got a fairly low tolerance for spicy things, but that doesn't stop me from loving anything spicy that's mild enough for me to actually taste anything other than the pain of the spiciness, and I'm slowly upping my tolerance. (Peppers that haven't been dried and ground to powder do fall under the veggie category in my mind, though.)

7. Hidden meaning... well, it means hope. Not sure that counts as a hidden meaning, though, since it's a phonetic translation of the Russian word. I suppose the actual hidden meaning behind my name is that my parents went on a trip to Russia once, and during the time they were living there they encountered several singers with the name Nadyezhda, and many of them were among their favorite singers. 

8. Other. I'm not sporty like a tomboy, and I don't care too much about my appearance beyond making sure my hair doesn't get super tangled. I'm not entirely sure what category I might fit better, though. 

9. Pegasi. While their cousins, the unicorns and centaurs, get a lot of publicity and love, the pegasi just fly around and do whatever they feel like. 

10. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be an artist. I already am, to some extent, but I want to be able to make a living with my art. Although, I'm not sure I'd mind being a pilot either, if my art doesn't work out as a way to support myself. And all the travel I'd do as pilot would give me a whole bunch of new places to sketch, which would mean I'd have a whole bunch more potential paintings to work on during my time at home. 

11. To have a long, happy life. Either that, or to be successful enough to buy (and maintain!) my own private small airplane, and perhaps also to go hang-gliding fairly often.