after michelle finished her sentence michael was about to answer until there was a knock at the door but who was it michael asked who it was before he opened the door it was just a acak person lost there way michael didnt even answer it he just let one of his security guards handle it as michael turned back to michelle he berkata to answer your pertanyaan of course we can hang out i just have to check if im free atau not michelle had this glow in her eyes filled with excitement as michelle asked michael would he like to come over her house and hang out with her there michael berkata sure i could do that as michelle became even lebih excited that she might be hanging out with the one and only michael jackson she couldnt contain the excitement she went crazy jumping up out of her kursi a little as michael wathced michelle with full of excitement he waited a little while for her to stop jumping up and down and then told her better yet why dont we hang out at neverland michelle berkata with excitement OMG!!!neverland of course this is a dream come true i cant believe i get to hang out at neverland with michael jackson i cant believe this michelle jumped up out of her kursi again and gave michael a great big hug and was so excited to hang out with him she berkata to him that they were going to have so much fun together goofing off and just having plan clean fun together as michelle is telling michael all this her cell phone starts to ring but who would be calling her too be continued
I wish I could express just how strong my cinta for Michael Jackson is. He was such an amazing man and I wish I could've at least hugged him back when he was still alive, but I was too busy dealing with my rough early childhood. He makes me feel like I'm not alone though. I can't explain just how much him and his musik help me. I want to be like him in so many ways. He was always such a beautiful man and a little boy at heart, keeping this sense of innocence and this imagination that most lose. I promise I'll never lose any of that either. I couldn't if I wanted to. It's such a part of me. Sharing it with Michael makes me so happy and knowing he would've loved me too makes me feel even better. He was very misunderstood and so am I. I wish he'd felt less alone and had lebih who could see into his soul with love. I cinta him in all the ways possible and I respect and look up to him so damned much. I can't say it better than that. I cinta you, Michael.
Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come halaman awal today, but she called and berkata that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until selanjutnya Tuesday. She berkata she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling dokar, pertunjukan we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a tanggal with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come halaman awal today, but she called and berkata that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until selanjutnya Tuesday. She berkata she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling dokar, pertunjukan we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a tanggal with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I sit alone in my bathroom upstairs, my reflection staring back at me. Mascara tears were rolling down on my cheeks, making my face look like it had spiders on it. Chunks of my own hair was scattered under my chair. That's right, I cut my hair. Now it was a short bob and it has a red-auburn color to it.
If my family won't change, then I'll just have to change for them. I can focus on anything anymore, all I ever think about is my torn up family. They're starting to affect me in ways that will ruin my life entirely. I changed my sense of style, from pretty girly girl dresses to black leather coats and lots of eyeliner.
I sit alone in my bathroom upstairs, my reflection staring back at me. Mascara tears were rolling down on my cheeks, making my face look like it had spiders on it. Chunks of my own hair was scattered under my chair. That's right, I cut my hair. Now it was a short bob and it has a red-auburn color to it.
If my family won't change, then I'll just have to change for them. I can focus on anything anymore, all I ever think about is my torn up family. They're starting to affect me in ways that will ruin my life entirely. I changed my sense of style, from pretty girly girl dresses to black leather coats and lots of eyeliner.