Crump – Fiction 214
Kite Runnin’: The Kite Runner Parody
I’m not who I am because of where I went to college, or what I’ve done… it’s what I saw at the age of twelve in the winter of 1975. This incident changed my life forever… the alley changed my life forever. Hannah was my best friend, a girl yes, but none-the-less, my best friend. Who am I? I am Amy. Yes, probably the most feminine name you could ever give a boy, but I’m not feminine at all. Or am I? Maybe sometimes. Papa told me that my mother really wanted a giggling baby girl. When I was born and I wasn’t that baby girl, she named me Amy instead. She died that night. Papa always said that I would never live up to my name. I knew I never would either. As I lapse back from that memory, (because I tend to do that quite often) I receive a phone call from my home back in Afghanistan. The operator didn’t give a name, but I answered anyway… and all I heard was “there is a way to be good again.” who is this?! “there is a way to be good again.” HELLO?! “there is a way to be good again.” is this a prank call?! “there is a way to be good again.” December 1975
We were sitting in the maple tree above a mound of dirt up the hill, over hill, over dale, where my best friend and I loved to hang out and read books. I cleared my throat, and read “I do not like them here or there, I do not like them anywhere. I would not eat green eggs and ham. I do not like them. Sam I am.” I look at Hannah while she smiled at me and her lazy eye tried to look at me as well. Hannah was born with a lazy eye. It freaked me out. I never told her though, because I thought it would be too… well, feminine to bring up something like that. And I am by no means feminine. Just born with a feminine name. That reminds me of a memory… It was a cold dark night when we were playing in the kitchen… OH! oops. Getting off subject again. Ugh, I hate my memory lapses. I’ve been trying to kick the habit. ANYWAY. Hannah...