Michael helps me out of the lit and gave me a hug. " I'm so happy that you're awake!"
I smile at his childish grin. " Can toi 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 cœur, coeur beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few secondes before he start s’embrasser me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will toi be my girl?"
My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...
I came accueil after performing at a live performance for a musique 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 toi are busy right now probably still at the awards but I wanted to know that if toi were busy suivant Saturday and if toi wanted to come over for a big celebration with all the people I have worked with. I hope toi can com. Call me and let me know if toi can. Talk to toi later, girl. Bye"
WARNING:THIS WILL PROBABLY MAKE toi 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 lit sheet tied around his neck. "Hey we have body in cell 1146, inmate killed himself, get cornor down here." Deputy anderson a dit into...
[Warning: this chapter may scare toi 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 sûr, sans danger keeping. Well, I was in a mental rehab, to be plus 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 lit in the room and rocked back and forth slightly, making sure I didn't fall off the bed. "I can't believe it a dit I wasn't...I was sure our seconde try would work..." I muttered. Soon, when I didn't know it, my pupils dilated....