When I was seven years old my father left us and moved to vegas to be with the woman he was cheating on my mother for. So I grew up with my older brother spencer, and my little sister cierra... we never had that much money since my mother is only an art teacher and gets a teachers salary. Well, it was going fine until I turned fourteen. A couple months after my birthday and we got a call. (my brother had recently joined the army and was stationed down in Iraq) well the call, it turns out... was the call that would change my life. It was an officer coming back from Iraq with bad news. There had been an ambush at their camp, and my brother had been shot in the head. A year later I'm still getting over it. With the help of some of my friends including Emma, Alex, Felicity, kirstine, and bryn.
How I met Emma and Alex!

Alex: It was the first day of kindergarden. We were coloring pictures at a small table in the corner. I was coloring alone, since it was the first day and I had no friends. Alex was sitting across from me, coloring like a maniac! I remember looking up at him for a moment and catching his eye. He smirked and threw a crayon at my head. It missed and hit my arm and fell to the floor. I glowered and bent down to pick it up, then I chucked it right back at him. It hit him right smack in the forehead. He blinked, looking utterly surprised. Then he smirked again. "Nice aim." And I smiled and told him, "Throw a crayon at me, I'll just throw it back better." Then BAM best friends for life! xD

Emma: It was first grade, Emma had moved from washington to Colorado. She was sitting in a corner, looking around with a shy expression. I was sitting with Alex at a desk, and we were analizing her. "Well, she's a girl." Alex said at once, I gave him a very funny expression and copied something my brother always said to his friends. "No duh stupid." He smirked. "Why don't we go and talk to her?" I suggested. "Looks lonely." Alex turned to me. "You do it." He gave me a fake glare with his little alex smirk. I sighed. "Chicken." Then I got up, and skipped over to her, then plopped down beside her with my legs buckled underneath me. "I like your dress." I told her, because in first grade we ALL wore dresses... alex sometimes even did, in the dress up corner. She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks... I like your smile." I can recall looking confused. "My smile?" I asked. She laughed and shrugged. "My parents say that to each other a lot." I smiled wider. "Wanna go push somebody and run away screaming?" (My favorite game!) "Sure!" Emma said. BAM! best friends for life!
I enjoy playing the guitar and piano, and live next door to Alex... his window being right across from mine. In a deep sense I'm a hermit, prefering to be by myself most of the time (Which my friends respect) and I love to draw and sing as well.