I'm tough and fight for what I believe in. I speak my mind which more often than not pisses some off. People say I am crazy like my dad. I just act like it sometimes to send some people running if I can't stand them. I can definitely be sarcastic as well. I think it's the Trager blood. I'm not one of those girly girl girls, but I do put on a bit of makeup now and then. I like to look nice at work. It gets me better tips when I'm waiting tables.

[smear:#19e6d2]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e219e6:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
4)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
5)Flirtatious: Inclined to provocative teasing and suggestive attention.
6)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear

[smear:#e219e6]Negative Traits: [/smear:#19e6d2:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Vindictive: Disposed toward seeking revenge.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Devious: Characterized by subtlety and trickery; not straightforward.
6)Manipulative: Attempting to influence the behavior of others for one's own benefit.

If you're a Son of Anarchy then you know who my dad is. Every outlaw biker out there probably knows my dad. He’s a Redwood Original. For those of you who don’t know, Redwood Original is the mother charter of the Sons of Anarchy. Dad is more than a loyal son and brother to his charter, and he loves them like family. My sister Dawn and I grew up calling most of them by Uncle and their names. As for me, I would love to go to the clubhouse with him. Not sure about my sister Dawn, you'd have to ask her that. Dad is crazy and weird people say, and I would have to agree with them. I love every bit about him though. He wears his heart on his sleeve for me and my sister as well as our cousin Angel. I don’t think he’s ever had a favorite between us. He treats us all equally as it should be.

As for our mother, she's crazy and weird as well as a drunk. I still think she slept with the judge to get custody of my sister and I in the divorce since she was drunk as a skunk at the custody hearing. I was young, but I still remember that day. Her waltzing in there in her stilettos and short short skirt, and barely there top. Dad had rolled his eyes. He’d fought hard to get us, but in the end she won the case. Of course the judge and her lawyer had been all smiles seeing her walk in too.

I hate her with a passion especially finding out she’s the one who cheated on dad with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. How we survived with her as our mother I have no idea. Most days she wouldn’t drag her lazy ass out of bed till the sun was setting, then be up all night long doing who knows who or what. Dad was the one who took care of us. Dad has visitation rights to us that he always keeps unless there is an emergency. He gets us for a month during the summer, and every other weekend during the school year. Which was easy for him when we lived in Charming.

A few months ago mom met this guy online from LA. She would go and visit him on the weekends when dad would have us. Sometimes she’d stay for a week or more at a time. Which we were fine with since we got to stay longer with dad. Then she surprised us, and announced she had married the guy in Vegas over the weekend. To top it off we were moving to LA. I definitely didn’t want to go, and put up a fight. Unfortunately we had to go since she had custody of us. So I tearfully said goodbye to dad who said he’d still be there for us. Nothing was going to change.

Yeah right everything changed, and for the worse! Once we were in LA mom got restraining orders on dad. Still not sure why. I heard something about him getting into a knock down drag out fight with our new stepdad. Frank did have some bruises, but I wish it would have been more if it were true. Dawn and I started catching him watching us. Lingering in the hallway when we’d be in the bathroom. He was a drunk, and a druggie always high and leering at us. Dawn and I started staying away from the house more and more. We made friends with the Sons of Anarchy kids here in LA. We were either there or at the Henchman’s clubhouse. We weren’t allowed to have contact with dad, and mom had got his visitation rights taken away because of the fight.

Still though when we were at the Sons clubhouse or the Henchmen's we would borrow one of their phones to call dad to talk to them. When they headed to Sturgis we begged them to take us with them, but they wouldn’t. Even dad had said no that it would be considered kidnapping and ruin his chances of trying to get us back. We were usually staying with dad during Sturgis, and we would go with them there. Well last year was my first year. Dawn had been before.

So this year definitely sucked especially when our friends came back, and told us all about the Junior club’s starting up. I had called Angel and talked to her about it. She said Dawn and I could join the LA Jr Sons of Anarchy. I was still bummed out about not getting in on the start of it though. She told us with her and the Morrow twins in Washington now that the mother charter didn’t even have a Jr club. It was surprising hearing that. The mother club had been the only one to have one before which Dawn and I had been a part of.

When I turned fourteen I started working as a waitress so I could earn money to buy me a Harley when I was old enough. Dad said he’d help out too. Harley had said to come see her when I had the money, and she would give me a deal on it. For two years I worked my ass off, saving every penny I made. In the end I was still short even with dad helping me. I was definitely bummed, but Harley worked out a deal with me, and I was able to get the bike I wanted. Learning to ride from dad before that had been fun, and a great way to spend time with him. He made sure I knew the basics of riding, and how to be safe.

Well shit hit the fan last night. I had snuck out as usual, and I figured Dawn had too. It was around three am when I was coming back from the Henchman’s clubhouse. When I got there I stared in disbelief as the house was in flames. I barely remember jumping off of my bike and running up to Dawn’s window. I broke it by using some kind of chair. Looking in I saw she was in there, and I crawled through cutting myself on glass in the process, but I made it to my sister and drug her over to the window. I hefted her up knowing she was probably getting cut on the glass, and I hated that. I got her out of there as well as myself. I drugged her across the yard when there was an explosion. From the smoke I had breathed in I was coughing, and the impact from the explosion knocked me out.

When I came to, I was in the hospital. There weren't any windows though, and that confused me. Dad and Angel were there. Come to find out when the Sons had found out we had been airlifted to Area 51 where Angel already was with the Morrows who were still there. Dawn and I were going to be alright thankfully. Mom and her so-called husband had perished in the fire. One of them must have fallen asleep smoking in bed, and the cigarette caused the fire. With the help of the Astors dad had full custody of Dawn and I now. We’d be getting to go home to Charming with him. Though we’d be in Washington till Angel turned eighteen since dad had custody of her.

Angel told us about the new school being built there, and dad said we would go there till going back to Charming. It did sound intriguing to me about a brand new school. One actually going to be for biker kids. Time will tell as school will be starting in a couple of weeks. Things are still being finalized on teachers and stuff there, but with Angel’s excitement I’m starting to look forward to it. I guess we will see how it goes.