Chapter 25: It’s All Been Done Before
In middle school, I had a friend named Joey Kneesi, pronounced ka-nee-see. I thought it was a wicked cool name at the time, and to be completely honest, that was one of the main reasons we were friends—just so I could holler down the halls between classes, “Ka-nee-see!” It made people stop and heads turn, and kids moved out of my way as I barreled towards his locker, right next to mine. Knapp, Kneesi…we were destined to be best friends throughout the rest of the school year.
His dad was in the Air Force, just transferred from Watertown, New York, and Joey didn’t know a soul in Colonial City, Virginia. As a seventh grader at the middle school, I didn’t know many of my new classmates, either—the last six years were spent in a small elementary school, a
