K is for KELLY..Komodo Island
K.. would have to be for KELLY.. one of my BEST Friends in the entire world. I met Kelly my Jr. year of High School - when I moved ONCE AGAIN... This was my THIRD High school... this time in Wilmington,Dela-where? I remember eating my lunch in the bathroom for the first two weeks until my mother threatened to call the Principal...if I didn't go into the cafeteria.... Anyone who has had to move, especially in High School or Jr. High, knows that going into the cafeteria is the WORST part of starting a new school... Where are you going to sit? When I finally braved St. Marks lunch room... I quietly took my tray & sat at the end of a long table... with a bunch of girls I didn't think would mind. The details of almost 20 years has blurred in time... but I know that this was where I had my first contact with Kelly. She came over to the table to asked me to sign her Student Council petition...& invited me to eat lunch at her table, thus... saving me...