the date in this story is, September 13, 2013
I'm a singer from Kansas. You never find those famous singers out there anymore. But acouple years ago, age 12, i went to Encino, California. I'm now a California girl. I actually live next to Michael Jackson's kids, Prince, Paris, and Blanket. Me, Prince, and Paris are going to school together. It's thierfourth year in Buckley Middle and High Private School. My first.
"I don't care if you need to be picked up! Just go with your stupid friends!" Mom hissed as she pulled up to the school. I got out before she stopped the car. She cussed, but i payed no attention. Paris was waiting for me. I have to admit, she looked pretty good on the first day of school. All I was wearing was jeans and my favorite Michael Jackson tshirt.
"When is your mom not cussing?" She had a joking tone, but i could tell she was kindof serious.
"Hmmm, that's a hard one." I joked right back. She chuckled.
"Hey, can you take me to your house today?" I asked.
"Ofcourse!" She said happily.
"Cool, now where's Princey?" I like to call him Princey because it makes him mad. I havent seen, much less talk, to him all summer.
"Probaly flirting with girls." Paris replied.
"Boo." A male voice filled my ear. I yelped and turned around as fast as i could.
"Prince!" I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Nicole!" He hugged me right back.
"Ok love birds, lets go inside before the bell rings." Paris pulled us apart. We walked inside and went to our lockers.
"Um, Nicole, can you help me with my locker?" Paris asked.
"You've been doing this how many years?" I joked. She rolled her eyes.
"Ok, what's your number?" I asked.
"You already have my cell phone number." She joked back.
"Haha."
"It's 5-30-5." She informed.
"Is it that hard to open an easy number?" Prince
joined the joking conversation.
"Are you haveing one of you blonde days?" I asked jokingly.
"Atleast I'm not a blonde." She shot back.
"Hey, I've got some black in here!" I touched my bangs. She rolled her eyes again and walked off. Me and Prince walked to first hour.
"I hate math." I exclaimed.
"Why?"
"Because I'm a blondie and there are too many numbers!" I make fun of my self for being blonde alot. Prince chuckled.
"Hi Nicole!" A random person came up to me. She had me sign her notebook.
"No one knew you were coming here." Prince informed after the girl left.
"Ohhh! Well, I sure am going to get alot of 'hi's'!" We sat down and waited for the teacher.
I'm a singer from Kansas. You never find those famous singers out there anymore. But acouple years ago, age 12, i went to Encino, California. I'm now a California girl. I actually live next to Michael Jackson's kids, Prince, Paris, and Blanket. Me, Prince, and Paris are going to school together. It's thierfourth year in Buckley Middle and High Private School. My first.
"I don't care if you need to be picked up! Just go with your stupid friends!" Mom hissed as she pulled up to the school. I got out before she stopped the car. She cussed, but i payed no attention. Paris was waiting for me. I have to admit, she looked pretty good on the first day of school. All I was wearing was jeans and my favorite Michael Jackson tshirt.
"When is your mom not cussing?" She had a joking tone, but i could tell she was kindof serious.
"Hmmm, that's a hard one." I joked right back. She chuckled.
"Hey, can you take me to your house today?" I asked.
"Ofcourse!" She said happily.
"Cool, now where's Princey?" I like to call him Princey because it makes him mad. I havent seen, much less talk, to him all summer.
"Probaly flirting with girls." Paris replied.
"Boo." A male voice filled my ear. I yelped and turned around as fast as i could.
"Prince!" I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Nicole!" He hugged me right back.
"Ok love birds, lets go inside before the bell rings." Paris pulled us apart. We walked inside and went to our lockers.
"Um, Nicole, can you help me with my locker?" Paris asked.
"You've been doing this how many years?" I joked. She rolled her eyes.
"Ok, what's your number?" I asked.
"You already have my cell phone number." She joked back.
"Haha."
"It's 5-30-5." She informed.
"Is it that hard to open an easy number?" Prince
joined the joking conversation.
"Are you haveing one of you blonde days?" I asked jokingly.
"Atleast I'm not a blonde." She shot back.
"Hey, I've got some black in here!" I touched my bangs. She rolled her eyes again and walked off. Me and Prince walked to first hour.
"I hate math." I exclaimed.
"Why?"
"Because I'm a blondie and there are too many numbers!" I make fun of my self for being blonde alot. Prince chuckled.
"Hi Nicole!" A random person came up to me. She had me sign her notebook.
"No one knew you were coming here." Prince informed after the girl left.
"Ohhh! Well, I sure am going to get alot of 'hi's'!" We sat down and waited for the teacher.
Janet has spent thousands of dollars to make Christmas special for Prince,Paris and Blanket.
She has insisted making Christmas :Day of fun.
It was to be quiet,sombre holiday this year but Janet has stepped in to make it just like Michael did:fun.
Michael loved Christmas.He was like a big kid and now Janet has taken that on.
She have spent thousands on trees,decorations and the kind of toys.
Michael would have love to be fooling around with on Christmas morning.
We all wish a happy Christmas to Prince,Paris and Blanket.
She has insisted making Christmas :Day of fun.
It was to be quiet,sombre holiday this year but Janet has stepped in to make it just like Michael did:fun.
Michael loved Christmas.He was like a big kid and now Janet has taken that on.
She have spent thousands on trees,decorations and the kind of toys.
Michael would have love to be fooling around with on Christmas morning.
We all wish a happy Christmas to Prince,Paris and Blanket.
