Something terrible happened today my fellow readers. It all started when my dearest friend, Mercutio decided to pick a fight with Tybalt. It was pretty entertaining at first, with all the clanging sounds of the swords clashing against each other. The crowd seemed to enjoy every swift movement Mercutio and Tybalt made, but I knew if this fight went on for so long, something bad could happen. I shouted multiple times for Mercutio to let it loose and stop fighting, but I guess he had a very difficult time hearing my voice among the gigantic crowd of men. Before I could yell out Mercutio’s name again, I noticed he stumbled upon little rocks which caused him to slip. The scene went by too quickly to clearly make out what happened. Tybalt and his gruesome, orange men ran away as soon as they noticed Mercutio’s fragile body on the ground, as he screamed. Mercutio claimed he was stabbed deeply, but everyone, including me, didn’t believe him. We made fun of him, which wasn’t the right thing to do, because while we were too busy laughing, he had collapsed and died right in front of our eyes. His body, lifeless, sweaty, and bloody, laid on the burning ground as the crowd of men and I surrounded him. I removed his hand where it rested on his stomach, and revealed the stab wound. Immediately, I understood why Tybalt and his men had run away. Tybalt killed my best friend, and I wasn’t just going to stand in front of Mercutio’s dead body doing nothing. I was going to make my move, and go after Tybalt.
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