I love being the life of the party. I don't like to be told no. I usually do pretty much what I want to do. Growing up my parents, and then my older brothers, let us do as we pleased to a certain point, letting us learn life lessons along the way. So some I learned the hard way and others the easy way. I am tough yet caring at the same time. I love the thrills I get when having a good time, and in just about everything. I'm not very creative. I can't even draw a straight line. Guess it's a good thing I don't live on the straight and narrow! I do like a good book now and then. I love wine coolers, but don't rat me out to my brothers!

[smear:#9f0000]Positive Traits:[/smear:#967259:0]
1)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
2)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
3)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.
4)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.

[smear:#967259]Negative Traits:[/smear:#9f0000:0]
1)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
5)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

It was a fall day when I was born. October 25th. I was born to an alcoholic mother and a deadbeat dad. I never really knew my dad as he was in and out of prison till I was around nine and he got himself killed while in the joint. That was the same day that my mother died as well. I'll get to that in a little bit. I was born in Stockton, California. Was born just a bit early with mom being an alcoholic. Luckily I was born healthy which surprised the doctors.

Growing up we really didn't have anyone watching over us as mom drank till she was passed out, and dad was never there. Brady was our protector when we were growing up. He's my oldest brother. After him is Aiden who is two years younger than him. Wolfer is next, then my sister Deserene. I was born after her. So I have three overbearing and overprotective older brothers. Which I just ignore half the time. I do my own thing, and nobody's going to stop me. After me was Bode, and then my sister Romy. When dad was home he and mom spent twenty four seven in their room. If there weren't pictures around I wouldn't be able to tell you what he looked like. To us younger ones he was just a stranger that shacked up with our mother and gave his seed to her to have us.

I became independent pretty much at an early age not thinking I needed anyone. Wasn't like our parents seemed to care. My older brothers cared too much, and I hated that. When I did get into trouble it was from Brady getting after me about something or Aiden. Like I said I didn't listen to them very much, and went on. I was nine when mom got a phone call and started screaming. She was crying too. She was yelling at me, Bode, and Romy to get in the car and we had to go to the prison. I tried calling Brady, but he wasn't answering. I finally got a hold of Aiden and he could hear mom screaming at us in the background. She had screamed out that Dad was dead, and I told my brother that on the phone. He was talking to me when she grabbed the phone and threw it. I cringed as it broke a vase as it flew through the air. She grabbed me by the arm and out of the house forcing me into the car where my brother and sister already were.

I quickly buckled up telling my younger siblings to do so. Bode was in the front seat, and I don't know if he heard me or not. Romy was in the back with me, and she did get buckled up. I held on or tried to for dear life when she started the car and floored it in reverse. Luckily she got it in reverse or we'd have been in the house. When she backed out she ran into the car across the street, and its alarm went off. I wanted to cover my ears, but I was gripping the seatbelt with one hand and the door handle with my other hand. She sped out then with the tires squealing as she sped down the street. I was screaming at her to stop as she was coming up on the four way intersection, but she didn't listen. She barrelled right through the red light and crashed into a pickup who had the right of way. It felt like it was in slow motion as I heard the crunch of metal and the car not really stopping as it was attached to the pickup now. I felt like a ragdoll in my seat, but thankfully I had my seatbelt on.

When everything came to a standstill my ears were ringing, and I was seeing stars. I was screaming, and hadn't realized it. As well as hysterical crying as were my siblings. Wait, all I heard was Romy. People were running over to the car by then. I couldn't tell you what they were saying as I was still sobbing. I was too scared to unlatch the seat belt and try to get out of the car. I wasn't sure if I could handle even moving. I could hear sirens coming, and was more than scared. For once I wanted Brady, but he wasn't here. I did notice mom wasn't moving, and I could see in the rear view mirror that was angled wrong now that her eyes looked lifeless. I didn't know what that meant, and I was screaming out for her then I realized. I couldn't see Bode at all.

Rescue workers showed up, and I watched sobbing as they got Bode out. He wasn't moving, and he was covered in blood. It was then that I realized I was bleeding then too from shattered glass from the collision. I watched as Romy was taken out of the car, and then I was. I was put on one of those rolling beds. It was then that I saw Aiden trying to get through the police, and I screamed out his name. I tried to get off the rolling cart, but they had put something like a seatbelt around me. It was then the rescue worker noticed what I was doing, and yelled at the police to let him by. He came right to me. By this time Bode was already gone to the hospital, and Romy was in another ambulance being taken away. He got to me and told me everything was going to be alright. He gave me a hug and held me for a few moments. Till the rescue worker said that we had to go. He said he had to get Brady, and they'd be there soon. I remember asking him what about mom. He looked over at the car, and closed his eyes for a moment. All he said was that she was gone. I was taken away then not understanding what he meant at all.

I must have fallen asleep or passed out on the way to the hospital. When I woke up I was in the ER and had oxygen on and my cuts were being treated. It felt like an eternity that they finally let Brady come in. I had been asking, and they told me no one was allowed back here. I don't know how he was able to get in, but he was there. I sobbed into him as he pulled me into his arms and held me. Luckily I was treated and released with no internal injuries or anything. My older brothers told me that mom had died in the wreck and had gone to heaven to be with dad. I was confused about that as mom had always told dad he was going to Hell, but when I asked my oldest two brothers just snorted and Brady hugged me telling me that mom and dad were probably together now wherever they had gone.

People showed up, and tried to take Aiden, Wolfer, Deserene, Romy, and me saying they would be coming back for Bode who was in surgery. What that was I really didn't know, but I didn't ask. Brady fought them as Romy and I screamed and wouldn't let go of him when they tried to take us from him. The Wild Wolves who had been there put a stop to it, and Aite's father, who lived right next door moved in front of us saying he would take responsibility for us. He and his wife fostered kids now and then, but it wasn't long when they did. It was usually just a few nights as they were moved from home to home. So since they had a license to do so we were able to stay with Brady. Brady was only eighteen, but he was the eldest of us.

It was the Drakos parents who ended up taking us all home with them that night while Brady stayed with Bode overnight who had come out of surgery fine. They said that he still had a long way out of the woods. What that meant I didn't know either. I was too tired to ask by then. We spent a lot of time at the Drakos house that week. Apate Drakos and I were the same age, and she was one of my best friends so it was like a week long slumber party getting to stay in her room. When Bode got to come home a week later he had a cast on his left leg and on his left arm. Brady and Aiden were carrying him everywhere he needed to go.

It was later that week that we went to mom and dad's funeral. The Wild Wolves had taken care of all the arrangements, and it was just a blur to me. Some people were crying. I didn't know why they were crying. It wasn't like mom had really been friends with the ladies that were crying. Sure she was an old Lady with dad being a member of the Wild Wolves, but she still didn't do much with the club. I didn't shed a tear as I really didn't feel anything. Just remembered the fear of the wreck. Dad had been a stranger, and mom wasn't much of a mother. If that were Brady up there in one of those coffins I might be crying, but I wasn't going to miss my parents at all. Brady was the only parental figure that I had really ever had.

In the next few weeks we had to be on our best behavior, we were told. There were people that came to the house and left. Brady was going to court to get custody of us, we were told, and those people were inspecting the house seeing how we were living and doing. Eventually he got custody of us, and we were told we wouldn't be taken away. To tell you the truth I had been scared about that. I couldn't imagine not living here, and being with my siblings. Time went on after that. Before I knew it I was becoming a teenager. Luckily Aite was there and had been since our parents died so I was able to go to her about things that I wouldn't even dream about talking to my older brothers about. She was the one who took me to get me my first bra, told me about my periods and all that. She was definitely a great older sister figure.

Our house and the Drakos house were either invaded over the years by us kids. It was more fun than I thought to spend time over there. Apate got to change her bedroom stuff and I was a bit jealous cause mine was still as it was when I was a kid. Then I also shared a room with Romy. I was a teenager now, but I knew we didn't have the money for us to be able to do that stuff. My older brothers worked their butts off the way it was to put food on the table and pay bills. The necessities we needed were provided if and when we needed them. Aite and her mom would take us to school shopping for new clothes and school supplies the first of each year, and we didn't get new clothes again till the next year. When we were at the thrift shop one day looking around I found some cool red bedding that I would love to have. I kept quiet though, and was more than surprised when I got new bedding for my birthday. It wasn't what I had seen there, it was actually brand new. Athena had seen me eyeing it, but she hadn't said anything. So it was a birthday present that Apate got to help pick out hoping I would like it. I didn't just like it, I loved it!

I had my first taste of alcohol at my first highschool party. I didn't feel too good the next day, and I could tell Brady knew why I was sick. It was around this time that Brady started not liking the outfits I would be wearing. I didn't understand as Apate had some of the same tops and skirts, but just in different colors. I learned to hide them under other clothes and my leather jacket. I'd shed them as soon as I was out of sight of my brothers. I have to say I did become quite the wild child. My first kiss was right before my sixteenth birthday with the last person I would have expected it to be. We didn't like each other like that. We were just good friends, and Apate just turned up her nose when her brother Apollo and I kissed. I have to admit I did like kissing.

When I went to parties I'd have to keep an eye out for my sister Deserene who was only two years older than me. I didn't need her ratting me out to our big brothers. If I saw her I'd slip into another room. That was my freshman through sophomore years. When Bode got to high school he went to a party here and there, but not many. He'd just shake his head at me and go on about his business. He was only ten months younger than me. So for two months of the year we were the same age. His birthday is August 25th, and mine is October 25 so I don't turn a year older than him till two months later. We actually became pretty close in the last couple of years so we do have one another's backs. I still let what my older brothers tell me go in one ear and out the other.

For my sixteenth birthday I got a Harley. It wasn't brand new like Apate's that she had gotten, but it was only a few years old. I didn't care it was exactly right for me, and I loved it. My brothers had already given me lessons on their bikes so I was prepared, and passed getting my license with flying colors. I had saddle bags on it too that I could stow my clothes I shed for parties into so it made it a lot easier on me then having to find someplace to stash my clothes I shed. I definitely had more freedom now, and didn't have to have a ride anywhere I went.

One night Brady broke the news to us that he and my other older brothers were talking about moving. I exploded as I didn't want to leave my friends. I wasn't going anywhere. I was about to go to a party anyway. I had plans with Apate, Bode and Apollo, but I stormed out of the house after shouting at my older brother, not giving him a chance to say anything after that. I took off alone to that party with my party clothes underneath what was suitable to wear according to Brady.

As for the party I went to I remember getting there, and shedding my clothes hiding my risque clothing that I loved wearing. I knew it made the boys look, and I liked the looks I got. This was the first time going to a party on my own though. Usually I was with Apate and a couple of her older sisters were usually around. Or Apollo and Bode. I walked in and noticed the guys checking me out. I just smiled at them heading on to some friends I saw. A bit later truth and dare started up, and of course I chose dare. One of the guys dared me to kiss another girl. Raising an eyebrow I sighed. I had two wine coolers by now so I was up for it. So I basically made out with another girl there that had graduated this last year. There were catcalls and whistles and cheers egging us on. I'm sure there was a bit more than just making out, but I was the first to pull away.

Someone handed me another wine cooler, and this is the part of the night where it starts to go fuzzy. I started dancing with a couple of other girls to the funky music and it seemed to be a bit more than just dancing. I'm pretty sure I made out with a couple of hot guys though when they'd try and do something else I would push them away. I had another wine cooler after that one, but I don't know if I drank it all or not. I was slurring my words now, and that was odd as I could usually drink quite a few before that happened. Things were starting to feel like they were in slow motion too. Now that was really weird. I hadn't taken any drugs or anything. I wasn't into that stuff. Just had a few wine coolers at parties.

I pulled away from the others and headed towards the bathroom. I couldn't walk a straight line, and somebody was there helping me. I finally made it there, and was peeing when I realized it was a guy in there with me. I didn't know who he was either. He looked older like he was Wolfer age. When I was done, I tried to get away from him, but he pulled me into another room. I struggled against him telling him no. That wasn't stopping him though, and I felt pain on my face realizing he must have backhanded me or something to get me to stop fighting him. I was laying on the floor then wondering how I had gotten there, and he was hovering over me. I don't remember anything after that.

The next thing I knew I was waking up at home on the couch. I barely moved, and let out a groan as pain shot through me. My head was killing me, and after opening my eyes I quickly shut them against the bright light. How did I get here I wondered, and when it sank in what I remembered last I let out a gasp wondering what had happened. At least I was home. Opening my eyes again I saw my brothers asleep around the living room.

Realizing I had to pee I tried sitting up, feeling pain coursing through me. When the blanket slipped down I saw I was wearing one of Wolfer’s t-shirts. It seemed to be the only thing I was wearing, and I paled. I barely turned my head in time and slightly over the edge of the couch as I threw up. Somebody was suddenly there holding my hair back, and rubbing my back. I groaned as I kept throwing up. I didn’t like this at all, and I hadn’t ever been this sick before when I had drank.

A few minutes went by as I kept emptying my stomach. It wasn’t till I was trying to catch my breath for the umpteenth time that I realized there had been a trash can there as if this were expected. I groaned laying back and looked up at Brady who was frowning. I asked if I was in trouble, and Brady said we’d be having a talk when I felt better. He ran a hand through my hair pushing it back from my face, and it wasn’t long before I fell back asleep.

When I woke up it was later in the day. I didn’t feel as bad, but I still hurt. I tried sitting up again, and Aiden was suddenly there helping me when I said I had to pee. He walked with me to the bathroom as I was a bit unsteady, and said he’d be right outside. When I was done I opened the door, and he was there. I had seen bruises on my legs and other places when I looked. Looking in the mirror I had groaned seeing the bruises on my face. He helped me to my room, and left while I put my own pajamas on. I was sitting there when Brady came to my room and had a talk with me.

When the talk was over I was crying, and he was holding me in his arms. He had told me that Wolfer had gotten there just in time to stop the guys that had drugged me, they figured. I still had my virginity, and I was more than grateful for that. I knew I wasn’t ready for that step. I was lucky my brother and his friends came looking for me when they did. Brady grounded me, and I was told no more parties. Which right now was fine with me after what had happened. Yeah I realized I had been stupid, and realized now why my brothers were over protective.

He also told me that we wouldn’t be moving. He’d been about to tell us that the night before when I had gone off on a rampage on him, and ran out. I apologized to him for that. Last night was my fault for being foolish and I knew that. It was then he told me that Aite had talked to her parents, and my brothers were now going to be bounty hunting with them to take in more money, and still be working at the garage.

When I asked where Bode was he told me that they’d sent him, Des, and Romy over to stay the night with the Drakos after I had exploded, figuring that they would bring me home, and have a talk with me. So when my brother had brought me home after being attacked they’d asked Asterion and Athena to keep them till tonight so we could talk after what happened. He said they knew what had happened to me. When my stomach rumbled letting me know I was starving all of a sudden Brady chuckled and told me that Aite had saved me a plate from breakfast. So he took me to the kitchen and Aite was there waiting, and warmed it up for me. I thanked her as I was eating, trying not to talk with a mouthful as hungry as I seemed to be, but I still felt like shit. She had Tylenol sitting there ready for me as well, and I took a couple of them, washing them down with the water.

Aiden, and Wolfer soon joined us, and I thanked Wolfer for saving me the night before, not able to totally look him in the eyes. I did notice his bruised knuckles as I was looking down, and frowned wondering if that had happened the night before. Brady texted Derene, Bode and Romy they could come home now, but Romy was out somewhere with Athena and Trona. It wasn’t long, before Bode came running in then, and he paled looking at me. He told me he was sorry for ratting me out, but I told him it was fine this time as our Wolfer had gotten there just in time I was told. He sat down with us, and he ate the sausage off of my plate that I hadn’t eaten. For I had eaten everything else. A sense of peace came over me as I sat there with my brothers and Aite. Deserene joined us, and I’d noticed Aiden texting someone too, and soon Kira was joining us too. Just missing Romy, but she would be home soon.