Teechurgye
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Craig Reed
22 years old, 5'11 and a half (always added the half as a joke more than insecurity). In great shape, having recieved a full scholarship to play soccer. Was even invited to tryout with the US national team. After the season ending injury, even the MLS stopped calling.
His attentions were re-directed to his education. Ambitiously trying to wrap up his bachelor's degree before taking a year off to travel and then come back to school to get a Masters on Organizational Leadership. He wanted to run the regional chapter of the American Red Cross. But any non-profit would suffice!
He got his benevolence from his family and his small town upbringing. It wasn't your typical small town where the same people stay forever. It was a hostel for nomads looking to enter or leave the big city. Friends came. Friends went. One thing was the constant...my best friend...
Katrina.
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I rush into my apartment and move the mouse quickly...even before kicking off my shoes. I smile when I see your face, waiting for me on webcam. "Hi Kat (knowing you secretly hate that nickname). I'm sorry I'm late. Long day. My lablet was drained of its charge." I see you roll your eyes at me. You always hate when I feel I have to explain my reasons.
"So, what's the big news you couldn't wait to tell me?"
22 years old, 5'11 and a half (always added the half as a joke more than insecurity). In great shape, having recieved a full scholarship to play soccer. Was even invited to tryout with the US national team. After the season ending injury, even the MLS stopped calling.
His attentions were re-directed to his education. Ambitiously trying to wrap up his bachelor's degree before taking a year off to travel and then come back to school to get a Masters on Organizational Leadership. He wanted to run the regional chapter of the American Red Cross. But any non-profit would suffice!
He got his benevolence from his family and his small town upbringing. It wasn't your typical small town where the same people stay forever. It was a hostel for nomads looking to enter or leave the big city. Friends came. Friends went. One thing was the constant...my best friend...
Katrina.
—————
I rush into my apartment and move the mouse quickly...even before kicking off my shoes. I smile when I see your face, waiting for me on webcam. "Hi Kat (knowing you secretly hate that nickname). I'm sorry I'm late. Long day. My lablet was drained of its charge." I see you roll your eyes at me. You always hate when I feel I have to explain my reasons.
"So, what's the big news you couldn't wait to tell me?"