Neverland Valley Ranch
"Twenty-seven hundred acres, Michael! What will wewe do with it all? I mean, you're bound to wander off and get lost," Mark teased, sitting back in his chair.
"Goody. Then I won't have to deal with you!" They both tittered. "I, um...haven't told the family yet though so,...blanket me, K?"
"More lies to the family, huh?" Michael glared at him. Mark sat up and continued, "what happens when Pappa Joe finds out you're not up in your room playing with your toys?" Michael sighed and adjusted his jacket.
"Well, I'll worry about that when the time comes. I mean, I can songesha out if I want...it was time." Then he added, "By the way, thank wewe Mark, wewe can keep your your job." Michael giggled flashing his inumerous white teeth. Mark smiled and winked.
Neverland Valley Ranch
I wish I could express just how strong my upendo 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 muziki 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 zaidi who could see into his soul with love. I upendo 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 upendo you, Michael.
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.
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Michael now
