My brother is the youngest of six. I feel really bad for him. He has four older sisters and one older brother. My brother Brian was born to my mother on December 21, 1993, and he's the oldest. Then my sisters, Grace and Sarah, they are twins, were born on September 6th 1994, to my father. I was then born on December 26th 1995, after my parents met in the small town of Chattanooga, TN. Then a year later on August 24th, my sister Kennedy was born and my Dad went off to war in Irak. After about 8 months, there he came back to visit for two weeks, and about nine months later on November 25th 1998, my littlest brother, Jared, was born.

My mom stopped talking for about two months when she heard the news that my dad was declared missing in action. She eventually came back to normal, but then he was declared dead... That's when she decided life wasn't worth living. She was holding on to the little strand of hope that he was coming back, that he was still alive. She killed herself June 27th, 2007; Kennedy found her, hanging from the ceiling using one of dad's old belts. She had a note telling all of us that she's sorry she had to leave us orphaned, but I thought it was selfish of her. My 10 year old (at the time) sister went through the traumatic experience of finding her mother like that... It was selfish and cruel of her. Jared was only eight at the time, leaving him alone like that... Why? Why would she do that? It wasn't so hard on Grace or Sarah because she wasn't their mother, but she was their mother figure. Carolyn (their mother) had died in child birth, but they lost my mom so soon after having their dad declared dead, they were still grief driven. Brian's father left mom after he found out she was pregnant. He told my mom he was divorced, and she knew he had kids, and she loved him. But he had lied; he was still married and separated. He was a REVEREND, and he did such a thing. Terrible really... So if you ever met a man named Michael F. Feely, punch him in the face and tell him off. He's a Bastard. But even after that, my mom didn't get an abortion or loved Brian any less. He was still her son and after she met my dad, Brian told me that mom got even happier. He was only two, but he has a really great memory.

We had a child services agent live with us until any relatives could be reached and were willing to take us in. Eventually they got in touch with my mom's sister, Rebecca Kimberly. She was just out of college, but landed was very successful at being a lawyer and was loaded. She was only 29, but she took in six children, two that weren't even related to her. She lived in a huge pent house in London. So obviously we moved there. It actually wasn't that drastic of a move. Jared was really too young to care about it, Kennedy and I didn't have many friends; our older brother was kind of a loner because he wasn't "popular", and our older sisters just liked the idea of living in Europe. She was the best Aunt in the world. She looked like she was 25, even now, she looks pretty young and she will strangle you if you call her Aunt Rebecca or even Rebecca. She really liked the nickname Becca, and that's what we called her. She wasn't really like our aunt, more like our sister. Then Becca met a man named Lucas Reece. Becca fell madly in love with him. We are moving across country so she can marry him. I'm okay with that, but it's just that he apparently has a son named Paul that is Brian's age; I don't need another protective older brother... Ugh. Kennedy, Grace, and Sarah feel the same way, but are really, really excited to meet him.

Kennedy is at that age where she only hangs out with boys and is a bit of a tomboy. So Brian doesn't have to worry about her getting a boyfriend, and Grace and Sarah are the same age as me, but they can play the "I'm not blood related to you so back off" card, when they are interested in boys, leaving Brian time to be extra protective of me. I had liked this boy, John, and after I sat next to him in Math in junior high, he started to notice me. I soaked up any attention from him I could get, but since Brian, Grace, Sarah and I are all so close in age we are in the same grade and Brian was in that class... It just wasn't meant to be, I guess. Ever since then, any boy who even looked at me funny got a piece of Brian... Then when Becca met Lucas and I am so excited! I'll meet boys who don't know Brian and I'll have a chance at love... Hehe... He's going to have to suck it up, and deal. But that's been pretty much my life up to this point, now I'm on a plane flying across the ocean going through three different time zones. The one we'll be in will be four hours behind our usual time in London... I will be rocking some major jet lag, and my siblings are just going to have to deal with my grouchy butt attitude until I get over it.

Dear La Push, here I come.