Jaycee's P.O.V.

I grunt while dragging my drunken sister Jada out of the bar. My hand is shoved in my rok pocket, shuffling around for the keys to my Ford Cantina. Times like this is when I wish that Jada was never my sister. She's an underage drinker and my mom has done nothing to stop it. It's not like she would anyway; she's always with her ' boyfriend ' James.

When I opened the car door, I slid Jada in the backseat, when she starts to mumble under her breath. As I come closer, her breath hits me in the face 5 detik before her face was close to mine.

My nose crinkles up in disgust before backing away. " My god, Jada, mouthwash please!" She frowns with protest. " What? It's not like I'm far from the drinking age! It's 4,278 and I'm 17. That's what; three numbers apart?"

I roll my eyes. " anda do some crazy things, anda know that?" Jada laughs sarcastically. " Me? Do crazy things? Ha, anda should see yourself. anda had a relationship with Michael Jackson, now that was crazy."

A rush of sadness runs through my body. I haven't seen Michael since 1974 when I moved from LA to Manhattan. Ever since we met, I was the bait for the media for two years. pertanyaan like " Is it true that anda were involved with Michael?" " Are anda a prostitute trying to get money?" and " Are anda Michael's girlfriend?" were pertanyaan that lingered around a lot. I wonder how he's doing...