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Michael's P.O.V.

My body was spread across the canapé with my face down. I wasn't going to déplacer until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and it was mother.

" I don't want dîner Mother."

" I wasn't going to ask toi that if toi let me talk."

I really didn't want anybody to talk to me right now. It was kinda cool enjoying solitude until someone shows up.

" What is it Mother?"

" Why are toi lookin' depressed?"

" I kissed Jaycee and I probably messed up our relationship."

" Sorry Michael ,but the world don't revolve around Jaycee. Sure, she's a nice girl, but life doesn't stop with her."

"...

It's September, and me, Jessie, and the crew were ready to go to China for the kick off of our tour. Me and Jessie were in a plane par ourselves “Michael, toi look like the kind of guy whose done this to girls so many times. Are toi those types?" Jessie a dit as I laughed “You sound like you're interviewing me. I am that kind of guy, to tell toi the truth. I don't have time for real relationship so I would fall in l’amour with a girl and really get serious with her. But after 3-4 months, both of us quit on it." I a dit it with no worries, I told her the truth because she was loyal towards me...

With Raymond's hands gripped on my shoulders, he was hard to get off.

" Why are toi doing this?" I said, breaking the silence. rayon, ray glanced down at me with empty eyes.

" Because." He growled, forcefully digging his nails into my shoulders. I couldn't help but let out a yelp of pain.

" How is this satisfying? You're only hurting me!" I screamed, yanking him down par his collar, making me on haut, retour au début of him.

" I can't help myself! You're beautiful!" He said, sweat beads lining the edge of his forehead.

" You're too old for me!" I said, still on haut, retour au début of Raymond. His panting was a hint that I could make...

I wrote an article on the subject everyone in New York seemed to talk about....Michael turning himself in. My boss told me to write the article for 'punishment' of my late action. Creep. I took my pen and began écriture with my titre being 'It's about time!' and started telling the opinion filled story of my bad boy's story. I wrote about the way I felt and how it affected me , I had to lie. This what I wrote:
When I herd from a friend that this heinous criminal had turned himself in , I shouted hallelujah! Thank God he turned himself in. toi rarely hear criminals turning themselves in. He probably...

Today was school but no rehearsal for the boys ou Motown.The boys went to school."Yes, no rehearsal!" Marlon said."Just school" Michael said."No Motown!" Jermaine said."No girlfriend" Michael a dit sad he doesn't get to see Mariah."It'll be alright Mike!" Jackie said."You could see her monday through thursday!" Tito said."Yeah" Michael a dit smiling.They got in their schools.The boys had learned english, history, science, and mathematics.They had musique and physical education.After school, the boys headed home."Hey, we don't have to worry about getting accueil in time for rehearsal!" Jermaine said."Yeah..."...