Michael. ❤

Michael jumped up and ran toward were he heard the screaming girl. He found me with a cuchillo 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” dicho 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 oso, oso de 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 takes my hand and guides me into his home. "Wow your house is beautiful Michael." I dicho with a smile. "Why Thank tu 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 cocina then he sees someone very familar. "Mccala can tu give me a minute?" He asks. "Sure." I reply. Michael walks over to this guy and talks to him. "What were tu thinking?" "Why did tu invite that girl over there?" He says...