Rosabel tried to keep on her best behaviour for the rest of the day. She'd cleaned everything, she'd fixed everything, she'd even done other childrens' chores as well as all of her own! par the end of the jour Rosabel was exhausted. She wasn't even sure how her legs could carry her. Before she went to lit though, she had to get to the living room for Matorn Isabelle's evening announcement.

"Alright children, gather round. As toi know par now, we're expecting a visit from Mr Michael Jackson, while he's on his Dangerous Tour." Matron Isabelle a dit in her natural soft voice.
Whispers of excitment quickly followed. But then Matron Hazel cut in.
"We have recieved a call from him saying that he'll be coming tomorrow at 2pm." She said. "All of toi must be on your best behaviour. I don't want any nonsense from any of you! If I catch toi with a toe out of line, it will be the cellar for the rest of the week! Now get to bed!"

Rosabel rushed upstairs, forgetting her tiredness. She was eager to get some rest so that she didn't look tired in front of Michael. Once in her old, dirty bedrooom Rosabel knelt down on the floor beside her bed. Then she took out a small black box that was slightly smaller than a shoebox. She opened it and smiled as she saw the contents of it. Inside that black box was her favourite picture of her idol. The picture was of Michael performing Billie Jean and doing the magical moonwalk. He was wearing the black sparkly jacket, the black fedora and the legendary white gant that Rosabel adored. She gave the picture a goodnight kiss, put it under her oreiller and fell asleep almost straight away.