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| Saylor Taylor |
| fine, So in my second year of soccer there was a boys team playing in the next feild, he was on that boys team. Fast forward to the end of the game, we bumped in to eachother, we started out as friends. Then he loved me, but I only liked him as a friend. I liked a diffrent boy than him. When Michle found out that I loved this one boy, Quinn, he got supper pissed off. You see, Michle has anger issues when triggered. He started acussing me of hateing him (wich I kept denying), so I finnaly had to kick him out of the skate boarding gang (we don't harm, we just skateboard). Then when I got out of cchurch and was walking to subway with Quinn, Michle jumped out behind the coner and had a knife. He started running for Quinn, so I pushed Michle to the ground while yelling "run Quinn run!" Quinn ran away. As soon as he did, Michle turned tward me and called me "a good for nothing f#!gt". Then he tried to stab me but I grabbed his arm, twisted it, and then I broke it. I then took the knife and thrw it about 20ft away |
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