I'm a kind and carefree girl. One who gives a lot of herself to make others happy. I love living life, and making friends. I rarely get pissed off, but when I do I can be a holy terror so you better watch out. I love to give gifts to everyone and seeing the happiness it gives them. I learned when dad died when I was in grade school never to take life for granted. Taking one day at at time, and trying to enjoy the life that I have.

[smear:#e61977]Positive Traits:[/smear:#19e2e6:0]
1)Friendly: Showing friendship; acting in a way that befits a friend.
2)Generous: Liberal in giving.
3)Enthusiastic: Frequently feeling or exhibiting much excitement.
4)Easygoing: Casual in manner and mindset.
5)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.

[smear:#19e2e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#e61977:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
3)Mischievousness: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
5)Gullible: Easily misled or duped.
6)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.

My happy, magical life, ended the evening I heard my mother's heartbreaking screams. I was around ten, and those screams just cut through me. My imagination ran with horror at what could be causing her screams. The reason still haunts me as does the memory of her agonizing screams. I came running as did my younger siblings. Lizzie was already standing there looking as if she were in shock. Nothing could have prepared me for Uncle Kevin telling us daddy wasn't coming home again that he had gone to heaven.

Life wasn't easy after that for quite awhile. Our whole family was heartbroken. It wasn't till a few years later that I learned about the retaliation for my father. An eye for an eye. Usually I would hate hearing things like that, but I hated the ones responsible for my father's death. Of course life went on, and stuff I had taken for granted before took on a whole new light. Life was a gift that we had to cherish, and I learned to do that. Being grateful for what I had in life.

Mom was never the same again after dad died, but after going through her stages of grief she was there for us as if she had never stopped. Our aunts were always there to help out as well as our uncles. Our family pulled together getting through this horrible even in our lives that should never have happened.

Our dad had been a big football fan, and our whole family loved playing the sport. My sister Bree was the Quarterback Princess though. Dad had been more than proud of her throwing arm, and bragged about it. She was Daddy's little princess, and it took her awhile after dad died to start playing again. We play at our our big family gatherings to honor dad. It's as if he's right there on the field playing with us just like he used to be. Only there wasn't the banter between him and our uncles like back then.

When I hit junior high I became a cheerleader. I was cheering my cousin Chase on and our friends as they played. Over the years they were joined by my brothers and little sister who fought to play on the boys football team. They put our school on the map with all of their wins with her as Quarterback.

I started noticing how cute boys were when I was in later grade school, but didn't have my first date till I was twelve. One of the neighbor boys had invited me to go skating with him. I didn't tell anyone it was a date or mom probably wouldn't have let me go. Of course the skating rink was filled with my cousins and friends. My older sister was even there. Everything was going fine, till he started holding my hand as we skated. The boys in my family were giving him the stink eye. Later when he kissed me he was grabbed away making me gasp. My cousin Chase and our friends had pulled him away knocking him to the floor of the rink with a hit from Chase telling him to stay away from me. That caused a riff between me and Chase for awhile, but we were the best of friends again after awhile. Especially when I caught that boy kissing another girl.

Starting high school was an adventure in itself. Trying out for cheerleading there was a whole new game. I made it though, and loved it. It wasn't easy with learning all the new more advanced stuff than we had in junior high. Boys came and went. I remained true to myself not changing for anyone. If you didn't like me than that was your problem. I wasn't one of those stuck up bitches. I tried to be friends with everyone giving them a fair chance. I even stuck up for those being bullied. After a couple of times and them not taking me serious I actually hit a couple of the bullies. When one hit back though Chase was suddenly there putting them in their place. Sure he got expelled for it, but he didn't get into trouble at home. After that the bullies definitely backed off if I had a say in it.

Mom started dating Uncle Kevin's little brother Rich around when I started high school. She'd take all of us to Hawaii to visit him. That was always fun getting to swim in the ocean. Learning to surf and enjoying the sun and all the stuff going on there. It was always a letdown having to head back home to old boring Kansas. I loved Rich and his kids, and had no idea they were keeping it secret from my aunts and uncles. Good thing it was never brought up.

I finished my Junior year here in Manhattan. I was going to enjoy the summer, but couldn't wait for my Senior Year. I was going to be the head cheerleader that I had worked my ass off to be. Lizzie had graduated so she would be heading to college. She was still undecided on where she wanted to go. Whether right here in Manhattan or go somewhere else. Hawaii was even in her thoughts. Our dreams for the next year though came to a winding halt when Mom said she had accepted the Guidance Counselor job at a brand new school in Washington, California.

None of us were happy about that, but the idea of a new school for bikers wasn't that bad of an idea. Though hearing it was just our family and Uncle Kevin's going didn't make us any happier. Uncle Kevin was going to be the Vice Principal of the school. His old friend William Waldorf Astor the Principal. We had problems here though too. Three Sons had disappeared not long ago, and then their families had just disappeared with a trace too. Chase was dating a bitch none of us could stand. Things came to a precipice on Chase's eighteenth birthday. The stupid president and his cronies beat the shit out of Chase for supposedly beating up the so called bitch. She had been cheating on him with the guy who had.

My uncles had shown up and it turned into a helluva fight turning the club royally against one another. Chase ended up in the hospital needing surgery for internal bleeding. We were all there filling up the waiting room at the hospital as we waited on word. Thankfully he survived. When he was released from the hospital he was taken directly to the airfield to our families waiting jets to head to Washington after he'd been threatened by the president of the Kansas Charter.

To all of our disbelief one of the sons who had disappeared was sitting there waiting on us with his family, and the kids of the other two sons. All hell was breaking loose. Masher riding up put a stop to the explaining saying we needed to hurry. An explosion on the other side of town startled all of us. Bike were quickly loaded up as well as all of us, and we were in the air heading to California. Not just us, and the missing families, but all of my extended family. All of the McConnell families were heading to California now. So we weren't leaving any family behind any longer.

Things didn't settle once we got there. It took awhile for my uncles transfers to go through, but they finally did. Rich was there waiting, and he and mom kissed, pissing Uncle Fury off seeing his baby brother's wife kissing another man. Uncle Kevin and Aunt Noelle were really shocked seeing their younger siblings kissing one another. Aunt Tianna had been all for it though. So things with that have settled thankfully.

We got to go to Sturgis for the first time ever this year, and it was sorta a bust with all the attacks. Hoping next year is better. We'd all joined the Washington Jr charter so that was fun. I did enjoy getting to help start up other charters. We got back and more shit hit the fan here, but things are starting to settle down I believe. School will be starting up soon. I can't wait for it. All of us Jr members got to tour it, and it was a bit breath taking. A whole helluva lot better than my old school. So here's hoping to an awesome senior year!