I've always been outgoing and popular. Loving life to the fullest. Giving 100% in everything and anything that I do. Growing up without a father was hard, but we got by. My grandfather stepped into those shoes, and I loved him for it. I've always thought highly of my mother who worked hard to support me and he never stopped loving me. I never take anything for granted working for what I wanted, and needed. Mom said I have a good heart since I like to help others, and are there for my friends when they need me. Giving them moral support or whatever they need at the time. I take great pride in the work that I do, and things that I achieve. I don't let anything go to my head though. I'm down to earth and take things in stride. If you've wronged me in any way though don't expect any kind of friendship from me. I may have given you a second chance, but if you blew that then you were out of my life.

[smear:#19e2e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#8019e6:0]
1)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
2)Traditional: Acting and thinking in accordance with established beliefs and practices.
3)Adaptable: Showing flexibility and versatility regardless of the situation.
4)Professional: Being a strong team player.
5)Resourceful: Capable of adapting to new situations by making do with what one has
6)Humble: Not haughty, arrogant, or superior.

[smear:#8019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e2e6:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
4)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
5)Reckless: Having a sense of fun and adventure.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

My mother was eighteen when she got pregnant with me. Her father was a member of the Wild Wolves MC. She had one brother who was nine years younger than she. Her mother had left when she was four running off with another mother. Her father had remarried thankfully to a woman who loved her. Unfortunately she died having her baby brother Nathan. Her father never remarried relying on help from the old ladies in the club.

When she got pregnant and finally told her father they got into an argument when she refused to tell him who the father was. It wasn't someone from the club so she wasn't even for sure if he would know the boy. He sent her to her grandparents in Billings telling her she should give up the child when it was born to give it a better life. When that time came she had all intentions to do so, but once she saw him and got to hold him she refused to give him up. Her grandparents were unhappy with her so she moved our living with friends for a while. Till her father showed up one day, and told her to come home. She refused to do so if he was going to make her give me up.

He asked to hold me, and she looked down at me in her arms hesitant to do so. I was about four months old and she didn't want to lose me. Finally she let her father hold him, and he relented saying I was coming home with them. So he took mom and me back to Big Sky, and I grew up in Big Sky as a Whitney. Mom said Gramps didn't bother her again about who my father was. He probably figured she wouldn't budge. She decided to take some classes at the university and she got Carmelita Falcon to watch me while she did. I loved going over to the Falcons. Especially when her nephews and nieces started to be there where she would watch them too.

One of my best friends was Jethro Falcon. Though the one I was with the most was Abigail Thomas who I was already infatuated with in preschool. Though our group of friends always had fun together growing up. My gramps and Uncle Nathan taught me how to ride a mini bike when I was around four, and I graduated up to a dirt bike when I was six. Only had a couple of spills. Mom wasn't worried though she'd just brush me off and tell me to get back on. She had her own Harley that she'd take me for rides on. Gramps and Uncle Nathan would give me rides on theirs too. It wasn't long before I was riding in Motocross with all of my friends and loving it.

When I was eleven Abby's parents were killed in a freak accident. They'd been at an intersection when a big rig had turned over losing control. The debris and explosions had killed a lot of people that day that were stuck at the intersections. I was right there for her when I found out. It was more than heartbreaking. Her older brother who had lost his wife just a few short months before that had taken her and her sister Laura in.

To me as a child and even now my mother was a courageous woman. She had graduated from college and opened up a photography store. She called it Whitney's portraits. She was good and people flocked to her to take their family photos and especially senior pictures. She even took pictures all all sporting events and put them online for people. She made more than enough money in her studio that she didn't charge for those, and she'd dress them up that the teenagers loved them. Printing them off and framing them to have that memory. She was always busy at the beginning of the school year even taking individual pictures of all the kids putting their names, year and what sport it was on it. Different backgrounds to really make them awesome!

When I started junior high she was smiling as she took my first pictures there in my football uniform. My gramps didn't miss a game, but my Uncle Nathan had joined the military when he graduated. That was three years ago. When he did get to come home on leave he didn't miss a game bring his girlfriend Emily with him. Who he eventually married the next year. She was always fun when she was around, and my uncle was definitely in love with her. He was also a member of the Wild Wolves MC. Though some of his prospect period he had spent at basic training.

I tried all the sports when I hit junior high, but stuck with Football and Hockey. Both of them contact sports. Now those were fun. I was still competing in Motocross, and my life was very busy, but rewarding. I asked Abby out that year, and we have been together ever since. We were each other's firsts in everything. I loved her more than anything. Well except my family. I was eighteen when my aunt and uncle started having kids. With his hectic schedule nothing had ever clicked for them. Their first son was Corey, and they brought him home when he was about a month old for us to meet. He was the first baby I ever got to hold.

Our senior prom was one to remember. Jethro's girlfriend, that had been a foreign exchange student our junior year, came to be his date for our prom. It was fun watching her surprise him. He'd been moping around all year without her. His whole face had lit up when he saw her. Abby and I got Prom King and Queen that year. Neither of us had expected it. Knew we were in the running, but were surprised when our names were called. We got crowned and lots of pictures taken, and had our dance as King and Queen.

I prospected to the Wild Wolves MC Charter with my best friends when I turned eighteen. I hated some of the shit jobs, but other wise I loved the club life. Gramps had sponsored me into the club, and he was more than proud when I got my kutte and later rockers for the club when I was voted in. I was twenty when he died. He'd gone out to head to the clubhouse, and we'd had our first snow of the year. The roads were great except for a street that he liked to take to the clubhouse. Somehow a small patch of the road hadn't gotten any salt on it, and he hit black ice taking him out. He'd been pronounced dead at the scene of the accident.

I had a hard time with that as he was really the only father figure I had growing up. Mom was devastated and taking it really hard. My cousin Michael was born that very day, so the funeral was put off till Emily could travel and they could make it home for the funeral. Gramps had been excited that morning anticipating the call to announce his new grandchild. There was one missed call on his phone about the time of the accident that he never got. A voice mail from his son that he never heard.

Abby was right there with me through everything. Which is what held me together, and got me through the whole ordeal. Mom didn't open her business up for a few months. Not till I talked her into going back that she needed that. So she opened back up in time for the senior portrait season that she was booked for. It reminded me of when she took my senior pictures. She had taken me to some cool places to get my pictures taken around Big Sky. There were a lot of me with the Harley that her and gramps had helped me pick out when I turned sixteen. There were even a few of me with Uncle Nathan who had made it home during that time for a few days. Though my favorite one was of me and gramps on our bikes in front of the clubhouse. A copy of it is hanging in the clubhouse too. Along with a lot of other pictures my other has taken over the years of the club members.

I had started college with no major in mind, and it wasn't till my sophomore year that decided. I had thought about joining the military when I turned eighteen, but had decided against it as I didn't want to leave Big Sky. I loved it here. It was home to me, and where I planned to raise my own kids one day if I ever had any. When I was in high school I had gotten a part time job working at the ski resort running the lifts. I made pretty good money doing that. I loved taking pictures of the skiers too coming down the mountain, and it was going into my sophomore year that I decided to become a photographer like my mom, and take over the business from her one day. Which surprised her that I decided to do that, but she had always told me that I had a good eye and my pictures showed it.

After I graduated at twenty-two I went to work with her at the studio learning the ropes from her. I had enjoyed taking pictures before, but I loved what I was doing. Sharing it with my mother and bonding with her was something I cherished. The next Christmas I asked Thorn for permission to marry Abby. He gave me a bit of a hard time good naturedly, but told me he'd be happy to have me as a brother in law. I even asked her sisters Candy, Kayla, and Laura for permission. Laura was the one I thought I'd have a hard time with it since they shared the same mother, but she had squealed and hugged me saying finally! So I asked Abby to marry me on New Years Eve. I was more than elated when she said yes. I also had another new cousin and her name was Ashleigh.

Tragedy struck a few weeks later when there was an Avalanche killing a couple of my good friends and some of their family members. The Wild Wolves lost eight good men that day. All of the had been loyal members to the MC. Laura's older brother Thorn had been on the rescue, and I saw him break down bawling when he came back down after helping find all those who had perished. Time moved on and another tragedy hit at the beginning of the summer. Another club member lost the love of his life, and mother of his kids when a drunk driver plowed into her throwing her over the bridge into the white rapids down below. The drunk driver had walked away with hardly any injuries even after the car landed upside down thirty feet below. Leila Youngblood disappeared with out a trace though. I've even gone out with my friends walking the river trying to find any signs of her.

It's been two months since then. Mom got a phone call from Emily who she could hardly understand on the phone, and she cried out when she realized what she had told her. We were still at work that day just having come back from lunch that Abby had been able to join us on. Mom had slowed down lately, and I don't think she was feeling that great, but she'd brush it off saying she was fine. I ran into the office having heard her cry finding her sobbing. Emily was calling to tell her that my Uncle Nathan had been killed in the line of duty. I held my mother for what seemed like hours as we cried. The ringing of the bell for the next appointment startled us. I brushed my tears away and made my way out apologizing that we would have to cancel due to a family emergency and that we would get a hold of them to set up another session. You could hear mom's heartbreaking sobs in the back.

I had put the closed sign up then, and called Abby needing her. She must have told someone and it wasn't long before most of our friends had shown up there, and some of the old ladies of the club that were friends with mom. They took her home. Laura and a couple of other girls were on there phones already calling customers on the schedule that was booked and canceling due to a family emergency. I don't know what I would have done without any of them. It was hard enough turning away those customers that had shown up in my state. Abby took me home, and my friends got my bike home later. They gave me the time I needed, and were there when I needed them too. I couldn't ask for a better bunch of friends. I had the girl of my dreams there holding me in my sorrow.

Emily came home with the kids moving in with my mother which helped relieve some of my worry for my mother. The funeral was a full military one. After everyone met at the clubhouse toasting my Uncle's memory. Friends of his that he had grown up with and prospected with were crying and reminiscing over him. It was a few more weeks before I was able to open the store back up, and try to catch up. Mom never came back. Emily got her to go to the doctor, and she went to Abby's older sister Kayla who diagnosed her with stage four brain cancer. Mom refused treatment since she was at such a late stage of the cancer. They did warn her that treatment could make it progress even faster. She wanted this time whatever time she had left with me. She wanted to see me and Abby get married. Though she didn't know if she'd be around to see any grandchildren. I cried like a baby when she told me, and went home to Abby breaking down in her arms. I didn't understand why I was losing all of my family in so many short years.