Rosabel reluctantly followed Matron Helen into the cold, stone cellar at the bottom of the orphanage. The only things in the cellar were a few chairs, a cupboard and a small table. Rosabel glanced quickly at the thick steel rod into Matron Helen's hand then kept her eyes on her socks. She knew what was coming. Suddenly, she felt a fat hand twist her arm and a sekunde later she felt the cold sting of the metal rod smacking her skin. It happened nineteen zaidi times and each time Rosabel screamed for help, even though she was sure that no one could hear her. Eventually, Matron Helen stopped beating Rosabel and left her alone with the door locked, sobbing hard in the corner of the room.
Meanwhile, upsatirs all the other children were finishing their chores early and gtting ready for Michael's visit.
"Alright, everyone into the living room and stay put!" Matron Hazel yelled.
While the children filed into the living room, Matron Hazel told the other Matrons about the fight that Rosabel had gotten into and that they shouldn't go looking for her. Suddenly there was a knock at the old front door. Audible whispers of excitement came from the living room. Matron Isabelle rushed to the door and opened it to a man with curly shoulder length black hair, fair skin and big, deep brown eyes. He was surrounded kwa about 5 people holding cameras.
"Mr Jackson!" Matron Isabelle exclaimed. "Come in, the children are waiting."
"Thank you." Michael said, stepping into the orphanage.
Matron Isabelle led Michael into the living room where nearly all of the children screamed how much they loved him as soon as he appeared at the door. Michael smiled and sat down on the small sofa in front of all the children and cameras. Suddenly a small girl with red hair ran mbele and sat down inayofuata to Michael. Then a little boy did the same. Eventually all the children had tried to get a place as close to Michael as possible.
"Erm, Mr Jackson?" Matron Isabellle said.
"Please, call me Michael." Michael alisema with another smile.
"Well okay then, Michael, the children here made this gift for you."
She handed him a small brown parcel tied with white string. Michael examined it for a moment then opened it and found himself holding a scrapbook. On it the first page it said:
Dear Micahel,
The children here made wewe this scrapbook as a gift to remember us kwa since we don't get many visitors. All the staff and children here upendo wewe very much.
From the staff and children at All Smiles Orphanage
Michael flipped through the pages and saw pictures of the children and poems and letters for him. In the pictures he noticed a little blonde girl that he didn't see sitting in front of him. He reckoned she had already been adopted though. After Michael had finished looking through the scrapbook he took a picture with each of the children and one with the staff then started to get ready to leave.
"Thank wewe very much for my scrapbook." He alisema when he was kwa the front door and with that Michael and the photographers left.
When the front door closed all the children immediately started talking to each other about their encounter with the King Of Pop. Except one. Harvey was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling lonely and sad. He was sad because Rosabel had missed Michael's visit and he knew how upset she'd be.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Harvey checked to see if anybody was looking, then ran into the hallway and out the front door. Across the street, he saw Michael just about to get into his car.
"Michael!" Harvey yelled. "Michael, come back!"
Michael turned around and saw Harvey waving at him from across the street. Michael looked left and right then quickly ran across the mitaani, mtaa to Harvey.
"Are wewe okay?" He asked.
"Michael, wewe need to come back."
"Why?"
"You haven't met my best friend yet. She's the one who loves wewe the most out of all of us."
"Really?"
"Yes, will wewe come back?"
Michael paused for a moment then agreed to go with Harvey.
Harvey led Michael to the back of the house where they entered through the back door and went down to the cellar.
"The keys must be here somewhere." Harvey muttered once they were at the cellar door.
"Are they these ones?" Michael asked, pointing a bunch of keys hanging on a hook close to the ceiling.
"Yes they are, but how are we going to get them?"
"Get on my shoulders." Michael alisema after a moment of thinking.
"Are wewe sure?"
"Sure, don't worry about it."
Michael got down on his hands and knees and Harvey put his legs around his shoulders, then Michael slowly stood up.
"Can wewe reach them?" Michael asked.
"Almost, songesha a little to the left." Harvey replied.
"How about now?"
"I got it!" Harvey exclaimed.
Michael put Harvey back on the floor and let him unlock the door. When the door was open, the two of the them walked into the cold room to find a little girl's body lying in a heap in the corner.
Meanwhile, upsatirs all the other children were finishing their chores early and gtting ready for Michael's visit.
"Alright, everyone into the living room and stay put!" Matron Hazel yelled.
While the children filed into the living room, Matron Hazel told the other Matrons about the fight that Rosabel had gotten into and that they shouldn't go looking for her. Suddenly there was a knock at the old front door. Audible whispers of excitement came from the living room. Matron Isabelle rushed to the door and opened it to a man with curly shoulder length black hair, fair skin and big, deep brown eyes. He was surrounded kwa about 5 people holding cameras.
"Mr Jackson!" Matron Isabelle exclaimed. "Come in, the children are waiting."
"Thank you." Michael said, stepping into the orphanage.
Matron Isabelle led Michael into the living room where nearly all of the children screamed how much they loved him as soon as he appeared at the door. Michael smiled and sat down on the small sofa in front of all the children and cameras. Suddenly a small girl with red hair ran mbele and sat down inayofuata to Michael. Then a little boy did the same. Eventually all the children had tried to get a place as close to Michael as possible.
"Erm, Mr Jackson?" Matron Isabellle said.
"Please, call me Michael." Michael alisema with another smile.
"Well okay then, Michael, the children here made this gift for you."
She handed him a small brown parcel tied with white string. Michael examined it for a moment then opened it and found himself holding a scrapbook. On it the first page it said:
Dear Micahel,
The children here made wewe this scrapbook as a gift to remember us kwa since we don't get many visitors. All the staff and children here upendo wewe very much.
From the staff and children at All Smiles Orphanage
Michael flipped through the pages and saw pictures of the children and poems and letters for him. In the pictures he noticed a little blonde girl that he didn't see sitting in front of him. He reckoned she had already been adopted though. After Michael had finished looking through the scrapbook he took a picture with each of the children and one with the staff then started to get ready to leave.
"Thank wewe very much for my scrapbook." He alisema when he was kwa the front door and with that Michael and the photographers left.
When the front door closed all the children immediately started talking to each other about their encounter with the King Of Pop. Except one. Harvey was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling lonely and sad. He was sad because Rosabel had missed Michael's visit and he knew how upset she'd be.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Harvey checked to see if anybody was looking, then ran into the hallway and out the front door. Across the street, he saw Michael just about to get into his car.
"Michael!" Harvey yelled. "Michael, come back!"
Michael turned around and saw Harvey waving at him from across the street. Michael looked left and right then quickly ran across the mitaani, mtaa to Harvey.
"Are wewe okay?" He asked.
"Michael, wewe need to come back."
"Why?"
"You haven't met my best friend yet. She's the one who loves wewe the most out of all of us."
"Really?"
"Yes, will wewe come back?"
Michael paused for a moment then agreed to go with Harvey.
Harvey led Michael to the back of the house where they entered through the back door and went down to the cellar.
"The keys must be here somewhere." Harvey muttered once they were at the cellar door.
"Are they these ones?" Michael asked, pointing a bunch of keys hanging on a hook close to the ceiling.
"Yes they are, but how are we going to get them?"
"Get on my shoulders." Michael alisema after a moment of thinking.
"Are wewe sure?"
"Sure, don't worry about it."
Michael got down on his hands and knees and Harvey put his legs around his shoulders, then Michael slowly stood up.
"Can wewe reach them?" Michael asked.
"Almost, songesha a little to the left." Harvey replied.
"How about now?"
"I got it!" Harvey exclaimed.
Michael put Harvey back on the floor and let him unlock the door. When the door was open, the two of the them walked into the cold room to find a little girl's body lying in a heap in the corner.
Trent
do this " Ti say " lest kill them all" Michael say " yes" Michael and boys and went to kill the boss and bad team and they won yea so the cops story is over sry.
Well...I haven't written this story in 4 months!!! But.. MJMusicRox, Inspired me to finish the inayofuata chapter. ^_^ So, I think I will. There are 9 Chapters so far. So...If wewe haven't read all the chapters...Maybe wewe can read them? Tell me what wewe think? Personally I didn't even think it was a good story. But some people alisema they liked it...Lol. I wrote it for fun. So...I'll re-read over all the other chapters...Because I don't remember all that happened. XD Kay...Bye! <3
~Mccala
p.s I have this thing on my computer now that checks the spelling...Less mistakes!
~Mccala
p.s I have this thing on my computer now that checks the spelling...Less mistakes!
The inayofuata siku Michael woke up notice that he was on floor and he just remember that he passed out so he got up and then he took a cold kuoga and he just wanted to chill out for today. Michael just put on hes PJS and he just watch some football and play some video games and then Usher call Michael and Usher say " yo Michael how are u feeling?" Michael say " i am doing good" Usher say " thats good but u know we have a job tonight right? Michael say " NO i didnt know u didnt even call me early but anyway i am not going" Usher say " What??" Michael say " I am not going Bit** " Usher say " u know what when I see u i am kill " Michael say " whatever " Usher say " watch u wish u was dead already" sorry whats happen when Usher sees Michael is he gonna get killed au stay alive. To be contuine
Katherine Jackson tells TMZ she knows of NO evidence to support the conspiracy theory that people connected with the Michael Jackson Estate killed the singer.
A number of people, including LaToya Jackson, have suggested there was a conspiracy to kill Michael, and LaToya has alisema she believes Estate honchos were involved.
Katherine tells TMZ ... "It is only natural for people who loved Michael, including family members, to be suspicious about the circumstances surrounding Michael’s untimely death. So far I have not seen one shred of evidence that anyone associated with Michael’s estate conspired to kill him.
She continues, "If such evidence ever comes to my attention I will be the first to bring those facts to light. No one loved Michael zaidi than I loved him, but no one should be falsely accused, as Michael was, of a crime they did not commit."
A number of people, including LaToya Jackson, have suggested there was a conspiracy to kill Michael, and LaToya has alisema she believes Estate honchos were involved.
Katherine tells TMZ ... "It is only natural for people who loved Michael, including family members, to be suspicious about the circumstances surrounding Michael’s untimely death. So far I have not seen one shred of evidence that anyone associated with Michael’s estate conspired to kill him.
She continues, "If such evidence ever comes to my attention I will be the first to bring those facts to light. No one loved Michael zaidi than I loved him, but no one should be falsely accused, as Michael was, of a crime they did not commit."
Peace for MJ and Fanpop
August 29 came the birth of a boy
He would later fill the world with joy
The mwaka was 1958
This boy was going to be something great
the years went kwa he learnt to sing and dance
Anyone who saw him was put in a trance
"He is fantastic" they would say real keen
Never such talent had been seen
As he grew older he became zaidi beautiful
And everything he did was simply delightful
The man I speak of
The man I love
Was sent to us from up above
Michael Jackson is his name
Never will anyone have such fame
wewe are my Angel I will upendo wewe FOREVER
My moyo will leave wewe Michael NEVER×××××
He would later fill the world with joy
The mwaka was 1958
This boy was going to be something great
the years went kwa he learnt to sing and dance
Anyone who saw him was put in a trance
"He is fantastic" they would say real keen
Never such talent had been seen
As he grew older he became zaidi beautiful
And everything he did was simply delightful
The man I speak of
The man I love
Was sent to us from up above
Michael Jackson is his name
Never will anyone have such fame
wewe are my Angel I will upendo wewe FOREVER
My moyo will leave wewe Michael NEVER×××××
Lisa and Michael
The nyumbani where Michael Jackson lived during his stint in Vegas is opening it's doors to mashabiki for the FIRST TIME EVER tomorrow to commemorate the anniversary of MJ's death ... TMZ has learned.
A rep for the nyumbani tells us ... "the Estate will be opened to the public, for the first time, for only four hours for those who wish to pay their respects and to mourn his loss on this, the sekunde Anniversary of [MJ's] passing, June 25, 2011."
The rep explains, "We will strive to give wewe a glimpse into his private life and home; to allow wewe to walk where he walked, to see what he saw, to breathe the same air that he breathed and…to be inspired."
We're told "strict security measures" will be in effect -- and water will be provided ... because it can get pretty hot in the desert. .
The rep adds, "Your messages of love, prayers, gifts and flowers will be lovingly preserved in situs until Sunday."
A rep for the nyumbani tells us ... "the Estate will be opened to the public, for the first time, for only four hours for those who wish to pay their respects and to mourn his loss on this, the sekunde Anniversary of [MJ's] passing, June 25, 2011."
The rep explains, "We will strive to give wewe a glimpse into his private life and home; to allow wewe to walk where he walked, to see what he saw, to breathe the same air that he breathed and…to be inspired."
We're told "strict security measures" will be in effect -- and water will be provided ... because it can get pretty hot in the desert. .
The rep adds, "Your messages of love, prayers, gifts and flowers will be lovingly preserved in situs until Sunday."
We must give a helping hand
Whatever happen to our heroes
They must get another chance
(We can do it again)
We drove close, closer and closer
And even though we’re almost there
wewe are all I need in my life
wewe are all I dream here at night
Close your eyes imagine I’m taking wewe away
Tonight
Come together all the people (we can do it now)
Here’s your chance to make it right (go, take a chance)
And even though we’re gettin’ close
We’re not there just yet
And even though we’re almost there
wewe are all I need in my life
wewe are all I dream here at night
Close your eyes imagine I’m taking wewe away
Then one zaidi time close your eyes
I’m always here to stay
(oh)
Tonight
(I’m always here)
(Oh I)
(I’m always here)
We can do it again
(I’m always here)
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
MJ- talent and style
