People and introductions of themselves confuse me. Obviously we know your name, yet we ALL do it. That.. “Hi, I’m so and so”. I’m different, or maybe I’ve just grown, or a little of both. Over time you ALL should hear my name. Whether it be Twitter as the Prankster Pixie who loves to prank the Cullens, or here as the obnoxious Giggling Pixie that absolutely ADORES smurfs, OR.. as the one who will shout ‘Shut up, Patches!’ on skype Every single time. I’m unique. I’m only one me and I will forever stay that way. I mean, who REALLY wants to be like everyone else? Not me!

As you will notice I have my ups and downs. But on my ups, I can’t be anymore myself and giggly and happy. On my downs, really all I want and need is a friend.

I can easily say now that my relationship with my biological father isn’t anywhere to where it should be. He drinks and even my friends are afraid of him and even dislike him for how he treats me. I’m a failure to him, but I luckily have my Daddy here. Two years ago, Carlisle S. Cullen entered my life and completely changed me. He is that dad to lift you off your feet, give you a band-aid and some words of encouragement and say “When you’re ready, go back out,” with no pressure. Through thick and thin he has always been there for me.

                        My Daddy.

He’s proud of me. He’s always listened to me. He thinks I’m perfect just the way I am. He thinks I’m smart and will reach any goal I set. He’s my daddy.

Then there is Sarah. It’s funny because when I first met her, we hated each other. I don’t think either of us will ever forget that day in chat with both of us crying and yelling at each other. Now, two years later, we have met each other, skyped, and grown together like sisters. She protects me like a sister, even if it’s just as small as tweeting, “No one hurts my little sister!” We’ve been there for each other between good and bad.

I have honestly made a lot of friends and they know exactly who they are. *Smiles* But Sarah & Carlisle are like a mini family to me. It’s kind of hard to explain, but I can try if you ever ask me privately.

NOW, Let’s see. I am a loving young teenager. My birthday is July 9^th of 1996. I can be very bubbily and bouncy when you can catch me on my good days. Otherwise, I can be a bit jumpy and stressed. Summer is my favorite time of the year; no stress or drama.

My parents are almost a little too hard on me because over half my stress is because of them.

I have a very creative side. I love to write stories, and even Role-Play a little on the side. (Thank Katie and Sarah for getting me into that :p )

Overall, I’m one of those people that has a soft heart. I get hurt a lot because people push me around and I don’t know how to tell them No or Stop. Don’t be one of those people.

I am known by all, loved by few, and hated by many; A saying that my friends and I say a lot.

My favorite saying, “You were given this life because you were strong enough to live it.”

So, now that you know a little bit more about me, talk to me! I’m a huge talker, just ask my friends. *giggles*

Also, Over weeks I have written up this biography of myself. Since then a few things has happened.

My life had been hard ever since September when my favorite teacher passed away suddenly from a heart attack at the age of 50. I had looked up to him. I was even going to have him write a letter of recommendation, but now that won’t happen.

I’ve had a few big bumps in the road such as my teacher, then a student died then on April 25^th, 2012 my aunt passed away from Cervical Cancer.

Since then I have builded myself & strengthened myself to be the strong happy teenager I am here writing this today.

Keep moving forward, I was told one night by someone that will remain nameless. I’ve had a hard life, but I’ve learned through everything. I pushed and learned. That’s how I thrived. You can’t sit & dwell on the past or worry about what others will think or how they will react.

Through my sadness I found a bright light that plays right beside me this very moment. In fact, we just named him.

About two weeks ago, on a Sunday night, I stood up to my dad. I told him he could hate me, but I was NOT leaving the little baby kitten out in the cold all night just to wake up that morning and find him dead. He backed off & I played with the little 3 week old kitten that was now in my care.

Of course I was scared. He was so tiny and needed his mom, but it doesn’t work if the mom abandons him. Now two weeks later he his growing, healthy, and playing. Almost 6 weeks old, he is my little light that I believe God sent down from Heaven to save me.

His name is Chester Paul Gates. Paul is from my brother, but Chester is a mischievous name, and he very mischievous! My mom calls him ‘Little Monster’ because of it. Going from having no hope in your life & wearing a fake smile can change in an instant if you just believe that it all WILL work out. I dare you to try.

My little baby, Chester.

"Such is Life" ~Blake Aaron Lobdell.