It'll never go away
Until the fear that you are runnin' from is finally embraced
Face to face
-Garth Brooks

I was born in Vancover, British Columbia on October 20th. It's really a neat place to grow up. My early childhood was an average one except my parents did not like fighting at all. So I did my best to keep out of them and I actually did really well and my youth was a rather uneventful one; until I was 13 anyway. I met a boy by the name of Bradley then. He introduced me to his gang of friends and I saw nothing wrong with them at all. Well I was dead wrong. About three weeks after I met then, Bradley asked if I wanted to go hang out with them. I happily and innocently said yes and away I went. We got there and then they gave me something to drink. Little did I know that it was mixed with alcohol. After this these "friends" decided to see just how drunk I was. The rest of this is my best interpretation of the hazy memories. One of the guys handed me a gun and I must have stared at it a long time cause they all looked really impatient. One said something and then I felt a horrible burning pain in my right shoulder. My next memory is waking up in the hospital. I figured out there that I had shot myself and the guys had run off. They had given me whiskey and when the shot was fired, a nearby neighbor came running. She found me lying there and no one else in sight. Well after I got back to school, it took a while, I met up with the gang that then threatened my life should I tell anyone what happened. Well lucky me, I had already told a lot of people. Where were Randy and Evan when I needed them?! After a year, two of the guys were in Juvie while the other two were still loose. After I heard a gun shot and saw a window next to me shatter, my mother decided it was time for us to get the hell out of there. We moved to Denver that summer. That wasn't the end of my troubles. At the beginning of the school year, a couple guys decided they didn't like me cause I was new and from Canada. This time a woman of all things came to my rescue. Despite what Bree said, what really happened was they wouldn't stop bugging me and told her to butt out, though one of them looked a little nervous about it. We all ended up off school grounds and the tough guy was inviting Bree to hit him first in a mocking way. Well he forgot about her rings. When he fell, his friend went running and Bree just watched him calmly until he got up and walked away. She doesn't like bringing it up because she did forget to take off her rings. She saw them as a weapon, I guess. And an unfair disadvantage for the guy. Bree then introduced me to her gang of friends. Now I RP with them and I visited the ones in Spokane this summer. Well I got a bit upset during that time and went out alone to Denny's. We aren't supposed to go out alone because we had people after us. You'd think I'd learn from my past experiences. Nah, not me. I ended up getting jumped by five guys and in the hospital over night. It would have been worse if Evan had not come to my rescue. Though I feel pretty bad cause he got hurt too. Now I'm just hoping I heal up a bit before I get home. It's bad enough that Derrek's going to be driving my car back up to Denver.

You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience by which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along."
-Eleanor Roosevelt