Michael helps me out of the bed and gave me a hug. " I'm so happy that you're awake!"
I smile at his childish grin. " Can you take me home?" I say weakly.
Michael bit his lip and shuffled his feet " H-home? I-I don't know about that."
I looked down in dismay. Michael lifted my chin. " No need for that, Fancy."
My heart beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few seconds before he start kissing me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will you be my girl?"
My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...
I came home after performing at a live performance for a music awards because I was known as The Queen of Pop. When I came home, I looked at my answering machine and I noticed it was flashing. When I listened to the first message, it was my good friend, Quincy Jones. "Hey, Taylor. It's Quincy. I know you are busy right now probably still at the awards but I wanted to know that if you were busy next Saturday and if you wanted to come over for a big celebration with all the people I have worked with. I hope you can com. Call me and let me know if you can. Talk to you later, girl. Bye"
WARNING:THIS WILL PROBABLY MAKE YOU CRY REALLY BAD. TISSUSE ARE HIGHLY RECOMENDED After the ordeal, John has been arrested and sentenced to 3 years in prison. Things have finally pretty much gone back to normal....but not for long
Deputy Anderson walks down the long prison corridors chacking to make sure all the inmates are in there cells. All seems the way it should until he comes across John's cell. In his cell he sees John hanging from the ceiling with a bed sheet tied around his neck. "Hey we have body in cell 1146, inmate killed himself, get cornor down here." Deputy anderson said into...
[Warning: this chapter may scare you a bit.] A Week Later Over the past few days, I...I haven't been myself. I was announced as someone "dangerous," so they put me in a mental hospital for safe keeping. Well, I was in a mental rehab, to be more specific. I had thought back to when I had done a pregnancy test and thought about the result I had gotten from it. I curled up on the bed in the room and rocked back and forth slightly, making sure I didn't fall off the bed. "I can't believe it said I wasn't...I was sure our second try would work..." I muttered. Soon, when I didn't know it, my pupils dilated....