I can be a clumsy oaf sometimes. Not my fault. It just happens. At least I've somewhat grown out of it as I got older. I try to help out when I can wherever, and sometimes that backfires on me too. Unfortunately my feelings can get hurt easily, but I don't let it show. I just keep bottling it up. Just try and laugh it off with the other laughter. Otherwise I'm a good guy. I usually get along with most people. I like being around people even if they don't want me around.

I have an outgoing personality, and I'm really easy going. I'm friendly with everyone I meet, and when I make a friend they are friends for life. When I put my mind to something I usually go through with it having lots of ambition. I'm definitely loyal to my family and friends

[smear:#19e6d8]Positive Traits:[/smear:#ae19e6:0]
1)Innocent: Being of pure intent and motive.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Private: Having strong personal boundaries; preferring to keep one's affairs to oneself.
4)Sentimental: A)Holding on to and cherishing keepsakes. B)Crying over sad movies or books
5)Spontaneous: I'm a free spirit and enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses
6)Friendly: I greet everyone I go by whether they answer or not. It drives my older brothers crazy.

[smear:#ae19e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6d8:0]
1)Verbose: When I get to talking I can't shut up sometimes. Especially when I'm excited or agitated about something.
2)Scatterbrained: When I get to talking to someone I forget about everything else.
3)Melodramatic: Using rapid speech and hand gestures this I always do when I get to talking.
4)Clumsy: I'm very clumsy, I trip over my own feet and going up the stairs.
5)Lazy: I'm always over sleeping and late to breakfast, and if there is no school I could sleep the day away!
6)Gullible: I can be misled or duped quite a bit. A lot of the time by my older brothers.

Of all days to be born on I was born on Valentine's day. So sometimes my birthday gets forgotten in the shuffle. Much to my dismay. It is the biggest date day of the year. So dad only has his mind on wining and dining mom. I should be used to it by now but it's still a let down. Anyway's mom was probably cursing dad while giving birth to me especially with what day it was. It was a mild day that day though. One that they could have been out enjoying. Instead mom was in agony giving birth to me.

The old saying is Wednesday's child is full of woe, and that seems to have hit me big time. I just try to ignore it. I at least was a happy baby I was told, and was happy go lucky growing up. I don't know any strangers for I go up to anyone and everyone and start up a conversation. Well that part sorta changed when I hit puberty and I was suddenly tongue tied around girls. Unfortunately my older brothers have witnessed it quite a few times now. They aren't going to let me live that one down! But I'm getting a head of myself now.

Dad got me a mini bike when I turned four. Even though I was a bit clumsy he thought that I'd be fine on a mini bike. Which thankfully I was. Till I got off and my shoelace got caught on the pedal and I went sprawling with my bike on top of me. Dad groaned untangling my shoestring and got me upright. He went right out and got me some riding boots without shoelaces so at least that didn't happen again. Had to happen to me though.

When it came time for a dirt bike he debated on that one finally getting me one when he figured I would be ready. First run I did fine. Somehow the next time I misjudged a turn and went flying. Thankfully I wasn't hurt. I got right back up though and tried again and again. The fourth time I went down though was the charm though in breaking my arm. Dad loaded me up probably wishing he would have made me quit before, but when I'd wanted to keep going he let me. Though he sure wasn't wanting to face mom who was probably working the ER that day at the hospital.

Sure enough mom got into dad while she was checking me over, and getting my arm x-rayed. Dad seemed to take it all in stride though. I tried to tell mom I wanted to keep going that it was my fault, but she blamed it on dad. I was told no riding for a while, but after a couple of weeks I pouted and pleaded with my eleven year old oldest brother Levi who finally gave in. He compromised with me though saying he'd get my mini bike out of the back garage for me to ride. Telling me my dirt bike was under lock and key. Didn't find out till later that he had the key to get in there since he'd gotten his and Tyler's out of that garage for them to ride.

When dad got home he yelled at Levi for getting my mini bike out. Levi just shrugged and said he was keeping an eye on me that I was fine. That's when I saw him Levi take the keys out of his pocket and open the other garage putting his and Tyler's dirt bikes away. When he came back out he winked at me not realizing I figured out he had lied to me. Well I guess he didn't actually lie. Just didn't tell everything.

When I finally got my cast off it was winter, so I was riding in the indoor arena out at the Deveraux's. Which was fine with me since I was getting to ride. Dad had gotten some padding though and put it into my clothes making my older brothers laugh as well as my uncles and cousins. I did just great though is what dad said. When the next season came for Motocross he said I was ready, and I got to start competing with my older brothers and cousins. What sucked though was my little brother Liam was ready too. Just a year younger and he was riding circles around me. Sometimes life just wasn't fair!

When junior high came around I was excited to get to try out for sports. I tried out and usually made the teams. It was just what came after that. In football I couldn't throw the ball or catch it. Dropped it every time. So the coach put me to where I'd tackle. Well that didn't work either so he put me as center where I was fine for quite a while. Some overzealous linebacker came crashing through me to get to the quarterback. Quarterback by the way was my brother Tyler who avoided him, and threw the ball to the receiver who caught it and scored a touchdown. Me however was on the ground groaning in pain. I ended up with a broken collarbone thanks to that linebacker.

It healed in time for basketball season. Nobody liked the coach though, and I was surprised they hadn't gotten rid of him before. A lot didn't go out for Basketball because of him. One thing I had going for me is if I wasn't being guarded I could make a basket every time. Dribbling the ball well we won't get into that. So I did make the team of eight boys. One day after practice coach called me into his office. Told me that if I would visit his office ever day after practice and have a little fun with him I'd get to start. I had no idea what he was trying to say. He chuckled when I asked him what kind of fun.

Tyler had already left with friends heading home. We didn't live that far a way. Well stupid gullible me that trusted everyone went with the coach. Something just didn't feel right though. He went through a drive thru ordering me what I wanted, and then he drove out to what I had heard rumors of. They called it Lover's Lane. Since I was clueless I didn't think anything of it. All the while Coach was talking up a storm about sports and all.

The next half hour turned into one of horror after he parked the car and our food was gone. He threatened me not to tell anyone about our dirty little secret. Threatened to hurt Tyler or one of my cousins like he had just done to me if I told. I was too scared to tell after that. It kept happening too since I didn't know how to get out of it. I became withdrawn and didn't trust easily anymore at all. I was usually quite talkative and said hello to everyone I passed on the streets or anywhere. With mom and dad getting home late most nights from work it went by unnoticed.

It was Levi who noticed the difference in me finally. Came to my room one night after I went to bed. Crying myself to sleep as usual when he showed up. I quickly wiped the tears away. He tried to get out of me what was wrong, but of course I couldn't tell him. After that I noticed Tyler was keeping an eye on me more as well as my cousins. One day after practice coach was in no hurry to go anywhere and decided to have his fun in his office. He'd barely gotten started and hadn't locked the door thinking everyone had left. The door slammed open and he jumped away from hurting me. I saw a blur as Levi plowed into him, hitting him. I watched in horror till someone was pulling me up and righting my clothes before pulling me out of there.

It wasn't just him who was the calvary. He'd recruited our older cousins and some other boys born into the club life. I was taken to the hospital where I was checked out by someone other than my mom thankfully. She and dad were out on a date and had been horrified when they got the call. It was Dr Deveraux who checked me out and asked questions. Questions I was scared to answer, but he told me that Coach wasn't ever going to hurt me again. So I let it out. It had been a few weeks of horror. Something that should have never happened.

There was yelling in the hospital and Dr Deveraux stayed with me not going to see what it was. I recognized my dad's voice though yelling. Levi said it was epic what happened. Dad had gotten there with mom and told what was going on, and he went off. Nobody could stop him as he went after Coach. When he was finished the coach was coding and dad was being hauled out of the room by Uncle Jacob and Uncle Steel. Sheriff Morgan just stood back and watched what was going on. Somehow the coach survived, and he's doing time in prison. I wasn't the only one he had hurt, and others came forward after that. I heard someone comment he's probably getting what he deserves in there. What that meant I had no idea though, and didn't really care.

I was more than leery after that of who I trusted that wasn't a part of my family or the club life in any way. I didn't go out for basketball again though. I was turned off of it for life. Hockey well that was a laugh as I couldn't stay on my feet so that didn't work. Wrestling was too much of a contact sport so I avoided it. Sports I realized weren't really my thing. Motocross was what I stuck with. Well it and baseball my brothers talked me into going out for. Don't know why when I couldn't hit the ball or even catch it. Throwing it always went the wrong direction.

I just started my sophomore year. I did go out for football this year playing center, but I always take care to block now. I'm bigger than I was before and have developed more muscle. Mom had always told me I'd grow out of my clumsiness, and I have to some extent, but I still trip over my own feet or going up the stairs. Had more than one split lip that way. Dad did give me lessons in baseball and I can catch the ball now and throw it without it going in any other direction. Even had a homerun this summer and ran all the way home with the guys cheering me on the whole way.

I also started liking girls, but I clam up and get shy around them. Not my girl cousins, but they are different. Shiloh Falcon is different too. Don't know why, but we've always been friends since we were little. I don't talk to her as much as I did when we were kids as I'm not as verbose as I used to be after what happened to me, but we do talk. So I don't understand why I can't even utter a word to another girl that's not her or blood related. Sounds that mortify me come out, but yeah. That 's the worst!