Krystal
Krystal Kinlaw is an amazing friend. I met her in middle school, when i. . . had trouble adjusting. She, along with Erin, Kati, Adrienne, and a small group of people were my friends when no one else would talk to me. We still hung out during freshman and sophmore year, and some junior year. Ahh, the great memories of coloring each other's hair in PEL. As time went on I spent less and less time with her, but we'd still talk at quiz bowl meetings. To be honest, they were experimenting with alcohol and other things and I pretty much decided that i was too good for that or something. I am glad that I didn't get into any of that, but I blew her off in the process. I remember very well that she was ALWAYS there for me when I needed someone. One day, i think junior year, I was fighting with my mom and I went into the cafeteria about to cry and she came over and gave me a hug and talked to me until I felt better. Now it seems almost like we don't have anything in common anymore. I don't know, I'm not sure I'd know what to say. I wish she didn't drink so much (based on what she said at elisa's house). I almost feel like i ought to help her, but I doubt she feels like she needs any help. The point is, reguardless of anything else going on in either of our lives, she's always been an awesome friend to me, and I wish I had been there for her more.
Last night, i think i realized where she gets it from. I was leaving Walmart at 1:00 in the morning. Krystal's mom works there, and she was at the door. When I walked out she said hi to me and called me by my name. Now, i know I haven't been to her house too many times, and it's been since halfway through 10th grade year when i moved out of that neighborhood. I was surprised that she remembered my name, and it made me feel really good. That probably seems really small and dumb, but the fact that she remembers me after so long made me happy.
I need to call Krystal.
Last night, i think i realized where she gets it from. I was leaving Walmart at 1:00 in the morning. Krystal's mom works there, and she was at the door. When I walked out she said hi to me and called me by my name. Now, i know I haven't been to her house too many times, and it's been since halfway through 10th grade year when i moved out of that neighborhood. I was surprised that she remembered my name, and it made me feel really good. That probably seems really small and dumb, but the fact that she remembers me after so long made me happy.
I need to call Krystal.