I'm pretty outgoing in school and other things. Though I still haven't worked up the nerve to ask a girl out. My brothers tease me about it and so do my cousins. I just turn red and flee to my room or the bathroom to lock myself in there for awhile. I guess you could say I was the shy one. The quiet one. Guess I just don't have much to say. I like to read so I've usually got my head buried in a book or studying so I don't have to ride the bench at games. I'm pretty good at sports, but nothing to brag about. My brothers are better than me. Guess you could call me the mediocre brother.

[smear:#19e6cd]Positive Traits:[/smear:#5a19e6:0]
1)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
2)Meticulous: Taking great care with minute details.
3)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.
4)Bold: Having an intrepid spirit.
5)Adaptable: Showing flexibility and versatility regardless of the situation.
6)Talented: Having a marked (often innate) ability, usually in a creative, athletic, or artistic field.

[smear:#5a19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6cd:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
5)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.
6)Compulsive: Subject to irresistible urges.

Born and raised in Manhattan Kansas. I was born to an outlaw biker and a stay at home mother. With two older brothers, Chase and Josh, I was the third son born to them. I was only the baby for a year till they had my baby brother Jamie. After that I guess they were done having babies. My parents names are Fury and Tianna McConnell. Dad's also a school teacher which sucks sometimes, but it's something I'm used to by now.

One of my first memories is of when my Uncle Grant died. I didn't like the new and odd feelings it stirred up inside of me. Grief is what mom called it. Dad was in the anger stage for a long time. I've heard the stories of how he went on a rampage taking out all of those responsible for Uncle Grant dying. He was dad's little brother so I definitely understand why he did. Uncle Grant was always bringing the family together to play football. It was his favorite sport. Those were fun times. Full of laughter of love.

My Aunt Georgia died a few years later of brain cancer. She was dad's little sister. So now dad and my Aunt Giselle, his older sister, get checked yearly for cancer. Our families have moved on, but the pain of losing our loved ones linger in all of us. They are talked about a lot in our families to keep their memories alive.

I'm the quiet one of the family. With two older brothers I could hardly get a word in edgewise so I eventually just gave up trying to. Letting them do the talking. Also with as many cousins as I have just forget it. My voice just gets lost in the chaos of our family. I'm also the shy one. Preferring to be in the back most of the time out of sight. Though I am outgoing in sports and things. Once I hit junior high it was a whole new ballpark. I still hadn't found my voice, but it was there ready to boom out if I ever needed it. I also started noticing girls around then. Forget that I would just blush and run away.

I was good at sports and loved playing them. Course though the athletic gene was big in my McConnell family. With my cousin Bree in my class though and playing football I never got noticed. She was the princess quarterback who stole the show. Which was fine with me I still played hard and had fun doing it. Though I always wondered if dad was there to watch her and not me. Or my brothers who played too. Sometimes in my family I did feel invisible.

High school it only grew worse with the controversy of Bree fighting to get to play on the boys football team. Of course she proved the coach wrong, and she was on Varsity already. Me I was sometimes riding the bench on JV. Sometimes life just wasn't fair. Still I cheered her on. Celebrated in the victories that she would lead our team too. Both of my older brothers were on Varsity too. None of our family ever missed a varsity game, but more often than not nobody showed up to the JV games. It was a bit of a let down, but I never complained. If I had maybe somebody would have at least remembered I played too.

Sure I got to play about every other game for a few minutes so it probably wasn't worth their time. It was the middle of the season when I figured out a way to break through the teams other line on defense and sack the quarterback. When the coach realized that I was playing more often. I never told anyone though. I just kept doing my hardest playing. It was towards the end of the season, and we were in district playoffs. I remember looking in the stands for my family as the stands were fuller on our side with our winning streak and going this far in playoffs. Of course they weren't there. I pushed the hurt away and played the hardest game I had ever played.

With the seconds counting down in the last quarter I intercepted the ball and ran. Scoring a touchdown, and winning the game for us. However a player on the other side that it must of pissed off tacked me hard. I heard the bone snap in my leg, but with the air knocked out me as hard as he had hit me I hadn't even let out a sound. I passed out from not being able to catch my breath and the pain. I woke up later at the ER alone. Just the doctor there and the nurses working on me.

The pain was horrible, and I did cry I'll admit. They had set my leg and were putting a cast on. There was oxygen on me. Whatever they gave me for the pain knocked me out again thankfully. When I woke up later in a room I was told it was the next day. I was still alone, as nobody had been able to get a hold of my parents yet. My phone was with my stuff where I had left it in the locker room unless the coach or one of my friends had gotten my stuff for me. Later in the day the coach did show up. He said I had won the game for us with the interception and touchdown. That he was proud of me. After I had passed out there had been a fight between our team and the other team for the cheap shot on me. The boy who had taken me out was suspended for the rest of the season.

After showing up the way I had the coach assured me I'd probably have a spot on varsity my sophomore year. My parents were at the district varsity game which was in another town he let me know as well, and he was still trying to get a hold of them as well as the hospital. He stayed for a couple of hours with me trying to keep my spirits up. While there he kept trying and finally got a hold of my Aunt Aurora, mom's younger sister, who was the guidance counselor at the school. It was a few hours later that mom showed up with Aunt Noelle bringing her. Dad had business with the Sons. Of course he did. He probably just didn't want to see his failure of a son.

Mom had gushed over me checking me over, but she never asked about the game I had played. She did proudly tell me how my older brothers and cousins had shined on Varsity. I tuned her out after a while feeling like I didn't even matter in our family. I was released the next day, and mom and Aunt Noelle took me home. Stopping at Burger King to get food thinking it was my favorite. Well it wasn't mine. I told them I wasn't hungry even though I was starving. I didn't like Burger King at all. That made me feel even worse, but of course I didn't speak up for myself feeling like it would be useless. When they stopped for gas, I had to pee so I went in and went which was really awkward with the crutches since I'd never had to use them before.

I was looking at the hotdogs on the roller wishing I had my wallet to get one when Aunt Noelle walked up and raised an eyebrow hearing my stomach growling. I looked at her in shock when she said. "You don't like Burger King do you?" I had blushed, and she asked what I wanted. I told her I would love a burrito and taco, but I'd settle for a hot dog. She gave me a look and got me a hot dog putting on it what I wanted. She asked if I wanted chips and I said yeah so she grabbed them and a Dr Pepper for me that I answered for my drink. She let me pick out a couple of candy bars too. Mom looked at the food that she set me up with. "I don't understand how your hungry now, and weren't just a few minutes ago at Burger King. Before I could answer Aunt Noelle had finished getting me settled and shut the door to the car pulling mom away from it. I sighed just starting to eat the food.

It was a bit before they got into the car, and I had about finished what Aunt Noelle had gotten for me to eat. I was surprised when we went through the drive thru at Taco Johns and mom asked what I wanted. I was still hungry so I told her. I ended up with two burritos and four tacos. Along with potato Ole's and Super Nachos. All of my favorites. When we got home and pulled into our drive it was lined with Varsity and JV Football players cheering. I saw mom and Aunt Noelle look at one another wondering what was going on. Up by the house were a couple of my cousins holding a sign that said. Welcome Home Corey! MVP Player of the District JV Game! Chase and Ethan were there helping me out of the car, and before I knew it I was up on their shoulders with cheers erupting around me. Chase asked me why I had been holding out on them about being the star player of the game the last month.

The coaches had set the Varsity team and Jv teams down the night before at let them watch the JV game from Friday night on the theater screen they had at the high school. I was shocked, at everyone there. I didn't know what to say getting tongue tied to all the congratulations. I had to be bright red too. They guys carried me into the backyard setting me up a couch that had been brought out, and it was a big party welcoming me home. The game was being played on the big screen. I saw mom come out looking at me then to the screen and sit down with her sisters and other mother watching the game. Even over the loudness of the crowd I heard her scream when I got taken out after the interception and touchdown.

Things changed after that. Mom and I had a long talk, and she realized how I was feeling. She had cried after watching the game and seeing what had happened to me. Realizing I had gone through all of it alone. She apologized for that and said I wasn't going to be alone anymore. The next week I sat on the bench watching the JV game with my leg propped up. We lost, but the team had fought hard, and that was what mattered. Varsity of course took state that year. Wearing that cast for six weeks sucked. My brothers and cousins at least helped me out at school, but I was exhausted by the end of the day. Often crashing when I got home.

Cast was off by the time basketball rolled around, and I was cleared to play. Course it was JV again, but I usually played the whole game. Towards the end of the season I was asked to suit up for Varsity. Sure I rode the bench most of the time, but did get to play a little. Alongside my older brothers. So things were definitely looking up. My parents, and the rest of my family made sure to come to the JV games to cheer me on. It wasn't till we played the town we had during district playoffs in football that I came up against the boy who had taken me out. He just glared at me. That game was more than rough with him trying to take me out. With four fouls against him in the first quarter because of it. He rode the bench till the last few minutes of the game glaring at me the whole time.

With a turnover I had the ball and was running down to the other end of the court to do a layup with no one in front of me. The seconds were ticking down. I went in for the layup, and as the ball left my fingertips I felt the impact of the boy taking me out. We crashed into the pads on the wall under the hoop. Getting the air knocked out of me. I ended up on the gym floor with him on top of me. Pain was shooting through my arm that had taken the brunt of the hit against the wall, and the floor. This was totally Deja vu. The boy was pulled off of me, and as I fought to breathe even against he horrible pain I saw the fight breaking out around me. That was the last thing I saw as everything went black.

This time when I woke up my parents were there hovering over me. My arm was in a cast, and I groaned. I was now out for the rest of the season. So much for my freshman year of sports. I didn't know if I even wanted to play anymore anyhow if I would be going up against that boy every time we played that town. When I got released from the hospital there was a party waiting for me again at home. Of course I rode the bench the rest of the year which royally sucked.

When summer hit I went out for baseball playing with my older brothers and cousins. It was fun, but halfway through the season Chase got into his own predicament, and when he got out of the hospital we were on our way to the airport moving to Washington, California. I was sporting some bruises too from the aftermath of Chase's eighteenth birthday party. Snoddy the Manhattan charter president came after Chase thinking he was the one who beat up Snoddy's daughter who Chase had been sorta dating. Josh, me and the others tried to stop them from beating the shit out of Chase. I called my dad sobbing tell him what was going on. That they were killing him. Dad, and my uncles got there in record time fighting Snoddy and his cronies. Chase ended up going into surgery for internal bleeding, but luckily he survived. Now he's prospecting to the Washington Sons that dad transferred to.

Guess I won't have to worry about that boy back in Kansas coming after me again now that we live in a whole new state. Going to be going to brand new school that was just built by the Astors. I was actually looking forward to the new school year in the brand new school and playing sports. Dad was going to be teaching there, and Aunt Noelle's husband Uncle Kevin was the Vice Principal of the school. So this was going to be fun. Just have to get through the rest of the summer that that hasn't been all that great with the attacks. I have become closer with my brothers, and my voice is now heard more within the family. Still that shy and quiet boy though.

The best thing about Sturgis this year, well besides getting to go, was getting my brand new Harley. My sixteenth birthday was on July 16th, but waited for a better selection at Sturgis. It was a whole family affair, but dad was right there helping me pick out the perfect one for me. Just as he had with my older brothers. Got it the second day we were there, and put the first few miles on it during Sturgis, and got to ride it home.