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They once told me that I wasn't going stay alive. They also told me that you wouldn't care for me when a dark time came. Guess who ever said that was wrong. I was 17 when I met you in that one class. It was like a detention class for bad "kids". I was in there for fighting with a rival gang, the South Side Serpents. I was the leader of the gang West Side Wars. I was fighting their 10 best people. Their leader wasn't there that day so I picked that day to mess with the Serpents. Their leader, was unfortunately you. Why didn't I know that? You were in the class because the next day I decided to stay home to tend to my injuries, you decided to fight my gang as revenge.So what are we ever going to do in a room by ourselves?