I love kids, and always wanted my own, but haven't found the right guy yet. If I haven't met the right guy by the time I'm thirty-five which is in five years I'll go ahead and start without the right guy. For now I am contented with the students I teach. Learning something new from them everyday which makes it even more enlightening for me.

Growing up I was a definitely a wild child running with the boys in Watonga Oklahoma. Hendrix and I used to sneak and spy on our older brother Crocker when he'd go out with his friends. We learned all kinds of things that way. I was rebellious especially during my teen years, but I knew my parents loved me. I'd like to say I grew out of it, but nah I haven't.

Once I hit high school I was one of those party it up party girls having lots of fun. Though after the first couple of times I learned to not drink so much. The morning afters were not much fun! I was a cheerleader and played basketball and softball. So definitely the sporty type. I even played baseball with the boys when no other girls wanted to play softball.

College I didn't have my brothers there to watch out for me so I learned the hard way a few times. I ended up joining a sorority and made my friends for life there. Ones that I definitely keep in touch with. There the sisters I never had.

[smear:#19e6cf]Positive Traits:[/smear:#7819e6:0]
1)Kind: Having a benevolent nature and an attitude of goodwill.
2)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
5)Talented: Having a marked (often innate) ability, usually in a creative, athletic, or artistic field.
6)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn.

[smear:#19e6e2]Negative Traits: [/smear:#19e6cf:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Insecure: Lacking confidence and surety.
4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
5)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences.
6)Indecisive: Prone to wavering between courses of action.

I was born in Austin, Texas a few minutes after my twin Hendrix. Our parents were Willie and Amanda Cantrell Stewart. Unfortunately mom started cheating on dad, and they got divorced when we were about eight months old. Dad shared custody of us, and saw us as much as he could. When we were two we were told mom dropped us off at daycare and was in a car accident which she didn't survive. Our father was given full custody of us after that. I don't remember my mother at all, but we have pictures of us that our father saved for us. Millie is the only mother I have known though, and I call her Mama.

Growing up was fun in Watonga Oklahoma. There were always kids around all ages of them. We played baseball in the streets and nobody batted an eye. Older people would be sitting on their porches watching us. Always keeping an eye for cars coming. Which wasn't often, but you'd hear them call out Car coming. Which was usually a couple of blocks away still, but we'd clear off, and wait for them to go by then go play more. I was definitely a tomboy in my early years not afraid to get dirty. Still am somewhat, but I did grow into that girly stage much to Millie's delight. She'd been a cheerleader back when she was in school so she was more than excited when I tried out my seventh grade year and made the team.

It was during my junior high days that I grew rebellious. If I was told no I usually did it anyway resulting in me getting grounded which I royally hated. I was allowed to do school activities though. I was a cheerleader all through junior high as well as played softball and basketball. During the summer months we were usually found out a the swimming hole with the rest of the kids. I swam like a fish I was told. I was athletic and loved swimming and other sports. When we'd go on a family trip to the ocean I learned how to surf and loved it more than anything. Only thing I hated about Watonga was not being able to surf.

High school came and I learned how to party. After the first couple of times I definitely learned not to drink so much. Even if I had a hangover I still was expected to do my chores and help with other things. During the first year of high school I played JV Basketball and Softball. Our team the state champions in both that year. I was still cheerleading too. Sophomore year I made varsity Basketball, and the Softball program had pretty much died with most of the girls graduating the year before or not wanting to play now.

So I fought to play on the baseball team with my twin and the other boys. Most of them didn't have a problem with it as I had grown up with them playing the beloved game in the streets. Course it had went to the school board, and finally I was allowed to play. It was my junior and senior year that I made Varsity in Baseball along with my twin. My senior year I was head cheerleader and most of our teams won state championships that year. I graduated as Valedictorian of my class with a 4.0 grade point average on top of everything else.

Our older brother Crocker was five years older than us, but that hadn't stopped us from trailing after him as kids and well into high school. He was the one who helped me pick out my first Harley when I turned sixteen. He and dad taught me and Hendrix how to ride when we became teenagers. Nothing like riding down the hallway in a pack of rolling thunder with the wind blowing through your hair.

I got a scholarship to Yale playing Baseball. I also made the Cheerleading team there. Yet I still held a 4.0 grade point average as I seemed to love learning. Though it helped my major was teaching History which was a subject I more than loved. My first week there one of my old best friends from Watonga called me up. She had been a junior when I was a freshman, but we had grown up together. Liza Jo Bancroft was her name, and she was one of the reasons I had wanted to come to Yale. We'd talked over the summer, but with trying to figure out things here I hadn't called her yet. She brought up the prospect of me joining a sorority like she did. I thought why the hell not. Best thing I ever did as I formed many lasting friendships in that sorority. I also grew closer with Liza Jo over that year, and the next as I was accepted by her sorority. Which I'm pretty sure she had a part in.

One of my big sis's was Satori Vanderson. She became like a big sister that I never had. We hit it off after talking and finding out that we had family members in motorcycle clubs. Not to mention she and her best friends that I looked up to all rode Harley's which included Liza Jo. It was them and me that rode Harley's. We'd take some road trips when we had time. Unfortunately they were already seniors when I started. We never lost touch though, and still get together when we can.

Going home was far and few trips in between. Even summers became busy with what all I was doing. Though I loved every minute of college I missed my family. My nephews were growing up so fast. After graduating from Yale I got a job in a small coastal town in California. I lived right on the beach in a small cottage, so I could walk out my back door to go surfing whenever I wanted to. Carmel-by-the-Sea California is a storybook kind of place that I fell in love with after visiting with my old college friends. With whimsical storybook architecture, hidden-passageways and tucked-away courtyards, there is much to be explored in this charming village by the sea! I teach at Carmel Middle school of course teaching History. I also coach basketball and softball. I've been here for four years now, and couldn't imagine living anywhere else. Mom and dad have been here numerous times to visit me along with my brothers. Of course I made it home for the holidays and other special occasions. I do miss Watonga and being so far away from my family.

Mom called me a few weeks ago telling me what happened back in Watonga. I was horrified as I listened to her. It had come out good with my older brother Crocker getting custody of his half sisters. My nephews thankfully were fine too. My parents and oldest brother had moved to Washington, California which was only four and a half hours from me here in California. That was even closer than my college best friends that were five hours away down in Pasadena. In the next few weeks I was busy helping coach summer softball teams and helping run the program. Getting surfing in as well, and giving lessons in surfing to a few kids. I would have loved to gone to Sturgis with my brothers, but I was way too busy. I missed being able to get away for a ride now and then on my faithful cherry red Harley.

I was also hard to get a hold of with everything. Of course I still had a night life unfortunately. Which was starting to bite me in the ass. I loved to party, and when I add liquor into the mix and no brothers around to keep me out of trouble isn't a good combination. I started getting little gifts left on my doorstep. Some were alright, but then I'd get black roses, and that just creeped me out. I felt like I was being watched and followed. One night I was attacked, but thanks to my brothers and dad making sure I knew how to defend myself I was able to get away.

Still I had a few bruises on my face where I got hit, and my boss saw me and wasn't too happy. Said I better watch my p's and q's or I wouldn't have a job. The next week my cottage was broke into while I was at practice. When I came home I immediately called the police before ever going in. Whoever done it still hasn't been caught. I couldn't figure out anything that was missing, but somebody had fun on my bed which definitely grossed me out. I haven't slept in there since and instead sleeping on the couch for now.

I started seeing this guy shortly after that. He was a hot biker guy which was my downfall as usual. I ended up in the hospital one night after he beat the shit out of me. When I got out without my family finding out thankfully since I was hours away from he was waiting for me. I told him to leave, but he wouldn't. He was definitely abusive physically and mentally. I got away after figuring out he had been stalking me before I ever went out with him. The one who had broken into my cottage, left me those little gifts. I had definitely been a fool. I stayed in a hotel in Monterrey for a few days. Word had gotten out and I got a call from my boss on my new phone and new number that I had gotten after getting away. I was definitely fired. They didn't need someone with my reputation working at their school.

I was able to get back to my cottage one day after watching to make sure he had left, and went in seeing it was trashed now. I grabbed a few things that meant something to me. Found my old cell that he had hidden from me. It was of course charged since he had probably been spying on it. I had hundreds of missed calls from my family, and friends. Numerous text messages from all of them. I didn't read any till I was miles away, and stopped to fuel up and get something to eat. I cried as I did. I wanted to be home with my family more than anything. Even my nephews had been texting me telling me they missed me.

I had been offered a job at a new school being built in Washington for the middle and high schoolers by Tori's uncles family. Even Liza Jo was settling down there and taking a job much to my surprise. She'd texted me she was back with Billy Joe Compton, and couldn't be happier. Well I definitely needed a new job, and I was already on my way home. Home was wherever my parents were I figured, and they were now in Washington, California along with my brother Crocker. Only one text I answered and that was my twin brothers who said if I didn't answer soon that he would be there. "I'm coming home to mama and daddy." Was all I said to him back in a text. I got back on my cherry red Harley then and headed onto Washington California hoping I left my troubles behind me.