Hello. We meet again. Haha. Okay, that was dumb. So, this is the second chapter, AKA Profiled: All Access. Pretty much, that's it. LOL and when the mom gets profiled, her maiden name is Sherman. So that's why you'll see Sherman.

Me. Rikki Amelia Chadwick. I was born on July 17th, 1990, in Melbourne, Australia. I'm visiting Melbourne to tell you all of this. The current date today is July 9th, 2003. Just eight days before my thirteenth birthday. Birthdays aren't a big deal to me. Living in a motorhome, moving all the time, I never really had any friends, and if I gained any, it was meaningless. I am and was always an only child, so I prefer being left alone. Isolated. Secluded. I hated going to public school. All it was filled with were misunderstanding teachers, shallow guys, and the ever-so-skimpy popular snobs. Liking tons of alone time, people in public school didn't get me. I was an outcast. I was told by the "populars" that I was a loser for not having a social life. Remember before when I said I clung to my mom? Yeah. When I turned eleven, I started getting into the 'mom's embarrassing' phase. She said it's a part of life, but she knows my best interests at heart, and tries to protect me as much as possible. You could say she actually cares about me. Back to public school. I honestly didn't get how shallow guys could be. How conceited and self-absorbed the girls could be. Jr. High revolved around 'hot guys' and 'sexy girls'. I personally thought it was rubbish. Trash. A waste of time. I was a loner. I always was and I always will be. I never liked the idea of having a boyfriend. Just thinking about it made me feel trapped. I wouldn't ever be able to handle it. I guess it was because of my social label as an outcast that made boys immature enough not to ask me out. Not that I cared. Anyways, moving on. I have naturally curly, bleach blond hair, that comes just above my chest. Gorgeous, ocean-blue, circular orbs took over my eyes. As pale as I am, I'm proud of being one-sixth Swedish. Naturally soft, plump lips reminds me of a young Angelina Jolie, also another trait I posess. My favorite colors are red and black, considering I've been wearing them practically my whole life. I've lived in Melbourne, South Africa, Rhode Island, and Brazil. All in my dad's tiny mobile thing I would call my home, only because my family was tight on money. Who am I kidding? We were tight on money my whole life.

My mom. Anita Grace Sherman Chadwick. Born May 15th, 1966 in Alice Springs, Australia, she was always the kind one. Almost opposite of me. Well, not totally opposite. I have a dark disposition on the outside, but if you really got to know me, I might surprise you. Anyways, my mom pretty much took place of and jerk "friends" I had those days. No matter how much of a mood I was in, she said she'd always be there for me. She had the sunny disposition. Whenever there was a family argument, she'd be the first to apologize. The only times she would be in a bad mood was when she was on PMS. She was truly a beautiful woman. She and I posessed basically the same traits. The only differences being she was older, taller, and had flowing, long, straight blond hair that was as long as it reach the peak of her belly button. Gorgeous lady, I must say.

Now my dad. Terry Frederick Chadwick. Born on September 19th, 1964 in Sydney, Australia, he was known to have an attitude, and a bit of a temper. See where I get it from? Captain of the international cargo ship, the Golden Bear, he's been with me and gone pretty frequently. He's had this job a year before I was born. He would stay with me and my mom for as long as a month at a time before leaving again. He's traveled through all of North America, Asia, Australia, and half of South America. He has naturally light brown hair, but because of age, it's grown to a salt-and-pepper color. He has the deepest of brown eyes, with a mix of a pale and tan complexion. When he was my age, at least when he tells me this, he had a reputation for being a social jerk. Still to this day, he explains to me how in eighth grade, he branched out, became his own person, and lived proudly from that point on. He said that even though he had high confidence, he wasn't totally respected for it. Sound familiar?