Cory5412

I met “Harvey” when I was in 7th grade, during art class. If I remember correctly, and I probably don’t, him and the person next to him, who were sitting behind me, were discussing something computer or videogame related, and I felt the strong urge to insert my opinion. Of course, that is probably not what happened at all, but at least I know that we were in an art class in 7th grade, and he sat behind me.

I remember back in like…freshman or sophomore year, I was writing a story that wasn’t actually about my life, but was damn close. xD I did it in chapters and put it up on Fictionpress. But Cory would always bug me about getting the next chapter done and up. He’s probably the only reason I managed to finish that damned thing. <3

My introduction to Katie Powell was… Interesting! It all starts in Washington, in the sixth grade, on a school bus that was older than I was. Being a weird kid, I always liked to sit in the front seat, it was a rather-awesome front seat, it happens to be the type that is smaller than the rest of the seats on the bus, so you can get away with not letting another person sit next to you.
Well… needless to say, Katie wanted that seat. She wanted it badly. Essentially, there was nothing that she could do in the morning… but in the Afternoon, well let’s say that it was a race to remember, every day.
I’ll say that Katie is certainly the type of person that you remember… for a long time. Our common interests included, among other things, reading, and having excellent discussions of world domination with Andrew and Cheryl, who also sat in the front seats of the bus.
Needless to say, it was a sad sad day when they put me on the other bus route, because the one she rode was too full. There was new, less enthusiastic people to race to the bus.

I know who Stacy is because she was the girlfriend of one of my best friends when I was in the ninth grade, while I still lived up in Maple Valley, Washington. However, At that time I didn’t actually take the time to get to know her.
Luckily though, another of Stacy’s friends, who I had been keeping in contact with via the Internet after moving to Arizona “introduced” me to Stacy on-line.

Also, Stacy does not believe me when I say this, but she was in the same “Shop Technology” class that I was in, way back in the seventh grade. Of course, at that time I hung out on the other end of the room, being silly with the other people who had W last names. (Though, oddly enough, the class was not sorted alphabetically, we just managed to arrange ourselves that way.)

To this day, Stacy remains one of my best friends from Washington, and one with which I keep the most active contact with. Yes, I am pathetic when it comes to keeping in contact.