I'm usually quiet unless I'm with my friends or family. Though even sometimes then if I'm deep in my thoughts then I am extremely quiet. I ponder things too much. Sometimes it's about situations I've been in or going to be in. Other times it's about questions that can never be answered. I'm outgoing and athletic. I play basketball, volleyball and girl's hockey. Though I much rather play with the boys. Since there was a girl's hockey team though they wouldn't let me. I like hanging with a few close friends and doing some girly stuff. I usually like to do more ungirly stuff like playing outside getting dirty. I don't sit in front of the mirror and pamper myself. I'm the girl who tackles the boys playing tag football, and it's not because I like them. It's just me getting into the game.

[smear:#a919e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#1925e6:0]
1)Adaptable: Showing flexibility and versatility regardless of the situation.
2)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
3)Introverted: Being inclined to explore one's inner mental landscape more so than the outer world.
4)Independent: Thinking and acting for oneself; resisting influence.
5)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
6)Resourceful: Capable of adapting to new situations by making do with what one has.

[smear:#1925e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#a919e6:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Rebellious: Pushing boundaries and testing limits.
3)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
4)Uncommunicative: Reluctant to impart information or share one's feelings and thoughts.
5)Grumpy: Negative in nature; inclined to surliness. Just when I'm hungry or not having enough sleep.
6)Evasive: Having an unforthcoming manner; avoiding self-revelation.

The Garard family descends from the first families of Big Sky. Along with the following families: Deveraux, Falcon, James, Morgan, Moretti, and Thomas families. They've all been friends and allies since the beginning of Big Sky. There also the founding families of the Wild Wolves MC Club that was established back in 1898 after the first production of motorcycles in the US was the Orient-Aster, built by Charles Metz in 1898 at his factory in Waltham, Massachusetts.

Spring is all about new beginnings and transformations; it's a season that symbolizes starting fresh and starting over. It's a time when the world awakens from its winter slumber, and nature comes alive with color, sound, and energy. From the first bloom of a flower to the return of migratory birds, spring is a season of beauty and wonder. It also seems to be a season a lot of mothers give birth. From the barnyard full of babies to the human mothers eagerly awaiting the births.

It was April 13th that I came into this world. It was close to noon and mom said I was born hungry. My parents are Steel and Shelly Mackenzie. My dad is in an outlaw motorcycle club. Though I don't know why it's outlaw when they really aren't outlaws. Just regular law abiding citizens that all American hard working men. They were definitely great parents who I love with all of my heart.

Welcoming me into this world were two older brothers two year old Lucas and almost a year old Reid. They quickly became my over-protective brothers growing up, but as I grew older they realized that I could more than take care of myself. I was four when I saw some older boy picking on Reid. Lucas was nowhere to be seen or Levi for that matter. Tyler and I were playing in the sandbox at the park. Levi and Tyler are my cousins by the way. Garard's same as I. I had enough when he stole Reid's shovel and pushed him back in the sand and kicked sand on him. I got up and with a roar charged at the boy taking him down. I was hitting him and he was screaming and crying for his mommy.

Mom was suddenly there pulling me off of the boy. I could tell as she was holding me back that she was trying not to laugh as the boy's mother raged. A six year old boy had just gotten beat up by a four year old girl. Other kids were laughing and pointing at him. He'd bullied all of them here at the sandbox before. I calmed down and mom let her hold up on me watching the mother pick up her crying son and carrying him away. He was definitely not going to live this one down. When she told dad about it when we got home he just roared with laughter.

I was two, which I skipped over sorry, when the twins were born. Reesa and Rayne were born, and they were inseparable. It officially made me the middle child. Which I held that title for almost thirteen years. Then mom got pregnant with a surprise baby. Sarah who was named after my Aunt Sarah who died of cancer. Sarah was my mom's oldest sister, and her death hit all of us hard. Stephanie is their baby sister, and she's an EMT her in Big Sky. As for being the middle child that never bothered me at all. I was the oldest girl after all, and took most things in stride.

Growing up here in Big Sky was always an adventure. We could walk out into our backyard and put our skies on going skiing. Us kids were always up to something. Getting into trouble was a regular occurrence for us. Us Garard kids were wild and roamed the town of Big Sky and the country around us. Joined by our friends as well. If it was too bad to go out like during a major thunderstorm or a blizzard I was usually curled up in front of the fire reading a book. Series books are my favorite! I read every night till I fall asleep. Though there are times that you find me lost in daydreams thinking about all kinds of things.

We grew up riding dirt bikes having graduated from mini bikes that our father's got us when we were around three. Around seven I got to start riding in Motocross, and I ate up that dirt track. I didn't take crap from any of the other riders. Often putting them in their places as my older brothers laughed watching. If I got pissed enough I would just haul off, and hit them knocking them on their asses. Sure my hand hurt, but it was worth it to wipe the smug looks off of their faces when they had them. I was winning right and left, and there were boys that definitely didn't like that.

When I hit junior high I got to play sports. I was aggressive in everything that I did so I was usually a starter even as a seventh grader. It was always fun to slam that ball down as a spiker playing Volleyball. When I hit high school it was the same way. I was quickly on Varsity after a few games, and I helped take the volleyball team to state winning and the same with basketball and hockey. It was freshman year that I was dared to be a cheerleader. I sneered at that, but I took that dare trying out. Boy was I glad I did finding it fun. Especially the dancing part of it. I didn't like how short the skirts were, but I toughed it out. Cheering at the football games for my brothers was the highlight of the week at the start of school. I ended up being the one at the top of the pyramid too. Now that was exhilarating flying through the air like that when they'd throw me up.

I definitely rose up in the ranks of popularity in school. As did most of my friends and older brothers. Reesa was quickly following in my footsteps when she got to high school. Rayne on the other hand I don't know what was going on with him. Reesa and Rayne who were usually inseparable didn't seem to be spending any time together. I worried about that, but with as busy as I was with school I let it go. One thing I didn't do was let the popularity go to my head. I kept a clear head and treated everyone the same. With kindness that was for sure, and I didn't tolerate bullies.

I am a senior this year, and the twins are sophomores. It's almost like Rayne disappeared off of the planet. Which I kept meaning to bring to my parents attention, but something else was always coming up. As for boys sure I noticed them, but I definitely didn't have time for one. I was best friends with most of the boys. Sure I wanted it one day, the first kiss, the first everything, but it never seemed to be the right time. Or the right boy who was trying to ask me out.