I'm one of the middle child so sometimes I'm forgotten. Left behind. After awhile I got used to it and just take it in stride like everything else I do. I hate to keep secrets from my family as well. I'm pretty friendly and outgoing at school though. I'm always me and never put on a front for anyone. Even when I'm nervous or scared. My self confidence was taken isn't all that great, but I'm working on building it back up.

[smear:#a919e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#00ced1:0]
1)Extroverted: Outgoing; socially adept.
2)Friendly: Showing friendship; acting in a way that befits a friend.
3)Playful: Fond of playing and fun.
4)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear. I have to be with five older sisters.
5)Loyal: Unswervingly devoted.
6)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.

[smear:#00ced1]Negative Traits: [/smear:#a919e6:0]
1)Mischievous: Getting oneself and others into frequent trouble.
2)Paranoid: Inclined to excessive worrying and irrational suspicion. When my sisters are whispering and looking at me oh yeah!
3)Rebellious: Flouting the rules of one's parents or society. I do to a certain extent.
4)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
5)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
6)Gullible: Easily misled or duped. My sisters get me all the time!

I have three older brothers, an older sister and three younger brothers so I'm right in the middle. Though I'm my dad's fourth child I'm my mom's first. I was born in Big Sky, and I've grown up here. My dad is a member of the Wild Wolves MC. My mom died though having my baby brother Shane. I was eleven when she died, and I still miss her. At first dad took all of her pictures down, but when I finally asked him for at least one he put them back up.

My dad's a rough looking biker dude, but he has a heart of gold I know that he only shows to us kids. My grandparents opened the ski resort here and when they passed on dad took over. His sister my Aunt Clarice was an Olympic Skier and she still competes, but otherwise she's off exploring the world. Now that I think would be fun. His older brother Clancy died in an avalanche when he was barely out of his teenage years when he and dad as well as some of their friends were skiing out of bounds. Growing up his best friends were Ransym Knight, and Rowdy Creed, and there still close like brothers. Their kids friends with us. When dad took over the ski resort he brought Ransym and Rowdy in on the business sharing it with them. He has the majority of the shares, but they have some.

My earliest memories are of dad taking me on rides on his Harley when I was little. Then I would watch enviously as my older brothers and my sister got mini bikes. I couldn't wait till I turned four to be able to get to have my own. When the day came I was so excited I was more than anxious so when I did get it I made a fool of myself trying to get on it. I guess I wasn't tall enough for it yet, and I ended up knocking it over and sprawling across the top of it. My older brothers and the other older boys there laughed as they watched. Dad picked me up gently and looked me over. Wiping away the tears of embarrassment on my face. Before he could say anything though I ran. The laughter still ringing in my ears, and hearing dad telling them that was enough.

I locked myself away in my room. Which was in the private side of the resort where we lived. Mom finally coaxed me out to at least eat, and if my stomach hadn't been rumbling I probably wouldn't have come out. At least my older siblings weren't around. Just my one year old little brother, Sean, in his high chair. Dad came in and and checked my leg up that was scraped up some from falling on the bike. He told me that he'd gotten me one that was a bit smaller that we'd try again tomorrow. I told him I didn't want to if my older brothers were going to be there. He grinned and told me that it would just be him and me if that was what I wanted. I nodded that it was as my mouth was full that time.

Dad was true to his word and it was just him and me the next day. Ransym and Rowdy had taken the older kids over to the Deveraux track to ride. This time went without incident though. I was just a bit shorter than my older brothers had been at my age. Well my sister Angel too, but then they did have a different mother so that was probably why. Angel's a year older than me, and his ex wife had cheated on him. Tried to leave him in the middle of the night, and take Angel with her. Only he'd woken up and caught her. He found Kyle already in her car loaded up and ready to go. He got him out and what stuff she had taken that she wasn't allowed to take, and sent her on her way.

It wasn't long after that that he asked my mom out, and the rest is history. She grew up with him though, and her father was a Wild Wolf. Their mother Terra he had met somewhere else and brought her back here marrying her. I was told she never liked it here, and just kept spending more and more money. After four kids she had told dad no more which I guess he was fine with at the time, but then he'd caught her cheating. With my mom though he had four more of us. All boys. Mom loved all of us, and my older siblings loved her too, and actually called her mom. CJ who was five when his mom left says he doesn't remember her at all.

A couple of years later I graduated to a dirt bike. Dad took into account my height after what happened when I was four. This time I was ready and more careful. The only thing I had a bit of trouble with was the weight which I quickly got used to, and I was flying around that track stirring up the dirt. In no time at all it seemed dad had me starting Motocross. I got picked on by kids my age for being about a head shorter than them. They were calling me names, and my older brothers CJ, Brock, and Kyle always had a few choice words for those bullies.

I was also having trouble in school, and things were really hard for me to pick up. Dad and mom got me checked out finding out I was dyslexic on top of being short. Having to have tutors wasn't much fun at all, and it got me picked on for that too. The Summers boys were relentless on bullying me as well as others. Angel would defend me, and one day she got hurt because of it. I felt horrible and went after Mickey Summers for it, but I was overpowered. Of course it was Angel and me that got suspended for three days because of it when it was them who started it. It got so bad I started playing sick just to stay home. Though from the stress of it actually did make me start throwing up.

My parents finally homeschooled me for a while after that with tutors, and I was learning now and gaining ground on the rest of my class. Dad also put me in Taekwondo along with my siblings so that I learned how to defend myself and fight. Though the fighting part was discouraged. I took to it quickly, and loved learning it. I couldn't wait to be a black belt one day, but I knew it was going to take hard work and dedication. I was ready for it though. When I started third grade the next year the Summers boys didn't know what hit them when I stood up to them. Might have gotten a little extra summer vacation that week, but it was worth it. They didn't mess with me again.

Mom died having my baby brother Shane, when I was eleven, and it was hard for all of us. Dad took it the hardest of all of us. If it weren't for Ransym and Rowdy forcing him out of his hibernation after a while and reminding him of us kids he might have wasted away. There was also resort business that had been put on the backburner because he wasn't in his right mind during his grief. It wasn't till then that any of us kids started to heal in anyway either. We'd been lost without mom and dad as well during that time in our life. Even CJ the eldest who usually looked after all of us was spiraling out of control getting into trouble that if mom had survived he wouldn't have.

When I hit junior high I was still in motocross and was working my way up in Taekwondo. After five years I had worked my way up to a Brown belt, and was proud of that fact. I'd been in quite a few competitions, and had won quite a few of them with dedication and hard work. Living in a ski resort I had grown up skiing and snowboarding so I competed in that too. Even with all that on my plate I tried out for all the sports offered to me that year. Football wasn't too bad, and I did like basketball. With hockey I had grown up ice skating on the lake during the winters. Ice skating was something mom loved so we all learned how to ice skate to have fun with her. So hockey quickly became a favorite of mine realizing it was a way to honor her memory. It felt like she was right out there on the ice with me.

Maggie and I have been friends since we were little. I fell in love with her in Junior high and worked up the nerve to ask her out our freshman year. I was elated when she said that she'd go out with me. Our dads though had a falling out before we were ever born. I think we figured out it was when my uncle died in the avalanche. Dad and him just avoid one another after that day I guess. I finally asked Rowdy about it, and he sighed but told me that all of them had gone skiing that day. Clyde and Clancy had been best friends and were showing off. After the avalanche they were found together, and Clyde survived. Giving him survivors guilt, and Cain resenting him for making it and not his big brother.

I had met Clyde though, and he seemed like a really nice guy. Though the first time I met him I froze, otherwise I probably would have been running for my life when he opened the door. He opened the door with a huge bloody knife and bloody apron on with chunks of what looked like meat on the knife and apron. I don't know who was more startled him or me when he realized it was a kid at the door. Nor do I know how long we stood there staring at one another till Maggie was there and introducing me and pulling me by her dad into the house. I got along great with him after that. I finally worked up the courage to tell Maggie what I had figured out that our dad's really friends even if they were in the same club. I was afraid I would lose her, but we worked things out and agreed to keep it a secret from our dads. We were both in love with one another.

We are starting our junior year together, and somehow have kept it from our fathers about us dating. I'm hoping they don't find out till we're older. Otherwise I'm scared they will forbid us from seeing one another. It sorta reminds me of Romeo and Juliet, though without all the dying part. I have noticed our dad's talking though since the last avalanche that killed a lot of the Sackett family back in January. Maybe they are making up which I can only hope they are. Oh and I shot up in height during the summer before my freshman year. I'm 6'0 now and not looking up to my classmates.

I finally earned my junior black belt in Taekwondo, and pretty damn proud of that fact, but I don't go around bragging about it. That would defeat how I earned it in the first place. I don't have problems with the Summers anymore. Not since the day in grade school when I turned the tables on them. Things haven't been too bad lately, and I hope it stays that way. Oh I almost forgot dad's been dating Shane's kindergarten teacher, and I think things are getting serious between them. Her name is Kimberly Lance, and I like her. Dad's happy, and that's what matters. Oh and Shane just loves her.