Michael

Michael jumped up and ran toward were he heard the screaming girl. He found me with a faca in my shoulder; Michael called 911 and carried me into his room. He called Kaying from the front desk. She sprinted into Michael’s room to see what condition I was in. “She’s fading fast” said Kaying. Kaying tapped the knife; I let out a cry of pain, Michael held my hand. When the paramedics arrived Michael kissed my forehead, and started to cry. Kaying couldn’t urso to go so Michael volunteered. He knew he had to stay strong and not lose it. The paramedics tried to loosen up the knife, but...

Michael woke up at 6:00. "Well I guess I woke up a little early today." He says to himself. Michael was feeling better now. The women he was in amor with was ok. But still...He was wondering how I was going to react to what he was going to tell me. "I..I..I..can't do it." He says to himself in tears. Michael was just sitting in his cama worrying how Mccala would respond. "What if...What...If..She doesn't.." He says unable to finish his own sentence because of himself crying. "Wait...I should try...I have to...It's now or never." He says to himself. Michael just gets up after a few minutos and...

Michael takes my hand and guides me into his home. "Wow your house is beautiful Michael." I said with a smile. "Why Thank you Mccala." He replys with delight. "I'm glad you're here Mccala." He says in kind of a nervous and worried tone. "Is anything wrong Michael?" I ask with concern. "No everything is fine." He smiles. "Um ok then." I reply. Michael walks towards the cozinha then he sees someone very familar. "Mccala can you give me a minute?" He asks. "Sure." I reply. Michael walks over to this guy and talks to him. "What were you thinking?" "Why did you invite that girl over there?" He says...