"you're going to get help and that's final!"." And do you want to know.another thing I don't want you to limp for the rest of your stinking life!so your going to get help one way or other!so deal with it!"he stopped yelling for a few mintues.then sat down next to me."I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said and please,please forgive me"."your not the only person who's yelled at me.Quinn,Anthony,mark,you,dad,Cori,codi,mom and a much of other people.I really don't want to name right now"."you still need some help,I mean your limping.let us at least look at it"."are you sure you want to?"."yes"then I rolled up my paints leg.my leg was swollen,and full of drit.I looked up at them in pain."what are you going to do about this"."well,frist we need to clean it off.then get all of the drit out of it"."is it going to hurt?"."a little bit.but then we have to push the bone back in place"."is that going to hurt worse?"."yes,and more than the cut".I made a werid and funny face at him.he just laugh and laugh.I look at the picture.that was hanging on the wall.the picture had two little boys,in it.one of the boys had he's arms around the boy.and they were both smiling.I could read the leathering at the bottom.it said"mark Allen's Jones and mike micheal Williams".seeing mark in that picture.bring back all the memories of me and him.I look back at them.and saw they were concerned. I didn't noticed this but I was actually similing.for the very frist time in 8 months.I was similing,and it was creeping them out.
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love of a friend
Randomits about a friend that mike lost and its hard him .read on if you want to know why