Stories 1

While my old folders are being transferred from one computer to another, I think I'll write part of the story of Kristin.

When I was young, and all the kids in the kids in the neighborhood would play together, every once in a while Jeff or Kevin Wittman would come and play with us. They both seemed extremely skilled, I remember, but part of that is because Kevin was old and Jeff was an athlete. And somehow I remember always knowing that they had a little sister named Kristin (didn't know how to spell it at the time), but I never saw her. Then Kevin left for college, Jeff got cool, and I stopped knowing about the Wittman family.

Then one day at band camp during my senior year, I saw one of the Wittman brothers standing next to a girl that looked very vaguely similar to them, and I figured it must be his little sister. I realized that I'd never talked to her before, or even seen her before. But I remember thinking that she ran with a pretty cool crew, and I knew she lived in my neighborhood, and I figured I should try talking to her sometime.

I think there may have been a couple words between, but our first real conversation was on the very last bus ride back from a band performance - December 2nd, 2006, I believe, from Pottstown, at about 10:30PM and in freezing, freezing weather. I had the choice of sitting in the front with the pit, or in the back with Kristin and her crew of freshmen that, for some reason, I had an unfairly high opinion of. I knew that I could ride with the pit during drumline season, so I went back and started talking to Kristin and her friends [including Susan and Kristen].

I can't remember everything we talked about that night - probably Matt, cereal, her family, her dad, dreams, sleeping, ATP, school, band, that sort of thing - but I remember thinking that I had a very good time and I would have liked to talked to her again, so I gave her my screenname since it was super easy to remember.

Oh, the first time she saw me was on my Emo Day, and she was afraid of me.

And between then and the next time I talked to her, I told Wasiq her group's secrets for ATP, because I just didn't think they were important.

So, I think, our second IM conversation was not a very fun one. She was very angry and betrayed and I was guilty and ashamed. And I felt like she might never talk to me again. Especially because I felt like she kept twisting my words so she could be more angry at me. But, for some reason - maybe it was the promise of cookies - she continued to talk to me.

There's a lot more to this story, but I have to go to dinner. Peace!