I was born in White Water, California. When I was 2, we moved to Bakersfeild, Cali, and then Palm Springs. When I was 4 we moved to Bremerton, Washington. From the time I was born, my family was never religous. My Grandfather always encouraged us to read our Bibles, but me and my 3 older siblings were still too young to care. Who likes 'reading' anyway? (Well you* should, this is long...lol)

Two years before I was born - my dad was diagnosed with Melanoma. He was surfing and got a really bad sunburn, which lead to cancer. When I was 5 he'd been put in the hospital - he'd started reading the Bible then - and exactly a week after my 6th Birthday- he died.
I can't remember anything at all after that. Until I was 7.

My mother remarried, his name was Steve. She was lonely and He was a con artist - he stole the money that our dad put away for us for college. Half a year married to him and my mother decided we needed to leave. We went to stay with my Aunt Rocky( Our dads Sister), who still lived in White Water, Cali. Only a couple weeks there until we moved back to Bremerton, WA.

My mom got us a small, run-down dirty apartment. She had 3 jobs at the time - and it wasn't long before we were on wellfare. That's when she discovered she was pregnant, with our little sister Jordan. Her father wanted nothing to do with her.

I was 8 when my mom started dating Kevin. Lived in Canada, they met in a Bible Chat Room... He sounded alright from what she told us -but we hated every new guy from the instant we saw them. No one could replace our real dad.

He'd come down from Canada to visit a few times, and the last time they announced to us they were engaged. They got married a month later - and we all moved to Canada with him. Leaving all our family behind to start a new life? We hated it.

Jordan had been born before we moved - and we met all of Kevin's weird relatives - his sister, Kim (a hardcore rocker chick, obsessed with her two little Chihuahuas) and his divorced parents. His mom - who was also* obsessed with her dog. & His dad -who was remarried & infact a millionare - him and his wife lived in Florida.

It started out okay - my sisters and I were growing up. Getting used to the fact that we were pretty sure, Kevin, wasn't going anywhere. We all went to new schools...made new friends, and new neighbors...again. Then, my mom announces she's pregnant! Again? So, 9 months later - Rachel! Her and Jordan were bestfriends from the start.

We all called him 'Papa', because it was too strange to call him dad. As long as we didn't call him 'Kevin', he was fine with that. Despite him being my 2nd step dad - everyone knew that I was 'step-daddys little girl'.

He insisted we all start going to church with him and his friends, Tom & Sandy. He also worked with Tom - and they were both huge baptists. Some might call them 'Bible Thumpers'. My mom seemed okay with it, & so did my older sisters. I, ofcourse, being 8, didn't have a choice!

Things were good. We hardly had any problems and God was the center of our lives. Then we moved - again. The whole process started over & then we come home from school and found out we're moving, AGAIN!! This time - an hour away, to the country. Middle of nowhere. Then, to top it all off - They decide to Homeschool!

First, they move us to the middle of nowhere. Second, we switch churches so we don't know anybody. THIRD, No new school, so that means: No Friends. To a 13 year old girl- it was pure hell. I was bored out of my mind.

That's where this ends - and the next chapter of my stressfull, chaotic life begins...