A big black car was in the driveway and people with cameras surrounded the house. I stopped in confusion and wondered who was at the house. Why would Dinna have someone famous at the house? That's extremly impossible! She has no connections! I shrugged my shoulders and walked on. I pushed my way through the people, who started taking snap shots of me. I rather not have my white tanktop and baloncesto shorts on the internet, but who would care. Except Brian, who always watches out for me.
When I finally got to the door, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw an anchor woman. I gave a confused look. She just smiled and asked me a question.
"Why are the Jackson's here at your house?" She asked. My eyes widened. Jackson's? Michael Jackson's family is here? I shook my head and went inside, ignoring the lady. I closed the door behind me and heard laughing comeing from the living room. I went in and almost died.
"Honey," Dinna just made a mistake. "Why are tu all white?" I just stood there like a statue, and apperantly I was the same color. I finally caught my breath and walked stiffly to a chair. The man across from me was smiling at me with a sweet smile. His black hair shone in the light and his pale white skin lit up his face. He had a black and white suit on.
"Hello, Nicole," the man's voice was softer than a gatitos soft meow. "I'm sure tu know who I am, but, just in case, I'm Michael Jackson." He said. I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. I bent down and shook like a scared puppy.
"Stop actuación like a little creep," Dinna bent down and whispered in my ear. I got up and sat back down in the chair. I noticed his kids were beside him. They had thier masks off, and they all looked handsome and beautiful. Prince's hair was long, Paris was beautiful, Blanket just looked like a special boy. They all had a touch of Michael in them.
"I showed them your room so they could see all your posters and CDs," Dinna laughed.
"I'm very happy to know I have young fans," he smiled a bigger smile and looked my in the eye. Most of the time when people look me in the eye I give them a deadly look back.
"Dinna," I said. "What are we having for dinner?" She stared at me, without looking me in the eye.
"Come with me and I'll mostrar you," she pulled my arm and dragged me to the kitchen. She has guts tonight.
"Listen tu little runt," She had my hair and whispered in my ear. "I told Michael you're my foster daughter, but he thinks tu call me mom. Just have manners for once!" I've been held and talked to like this before I was caught por the police and put in a foster home. Not por my parents though. por men who didn't get their way.
"You have to stop nagging me for a life time before I call tu 'mom,'" I snarled and turned my head so I was looking her in the eye. She was obviously scared. I could feel the fuego burn in my eyes. She let go and walked back to the living room where Michael and the kids waited patiently.
"Dinners ready!" She said.
When I finally got to the door, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw an anchor woman. I gave a confused look. She just smiled and asked me a question.
"Why are the Jackson's here at your house?" She asked. My eyes widened. Jackson's? Michael Jackson's family is here? I shook my head and went inside, ignoring the lady. I closed the door behind me and heard laughing comeing from the living room. I went in and almost died.
"Honey," Dinna just made a mistake. "Why are tu all white?" I just stood there like a statue, and apperantly I was the same color. I finally caught my breath and walked stiffly to a chair. The man across from me was smiling at me with a sweet smile. His black hair shone in the light and his pale white skin lit up his face. He had a black and white suit on.
"Hello, Nicole," the man's voice was softer than a gatitos soft meow. "I'm sure tu know who I am, but, just in case, I'm Michael Jackson." He said. I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. I bent down and shook like a scared puppy.
"Stop actuación like a little creep," Dinna bent down and whispered in my ear. I got up and sat back down in the chair. I noticed his kids were beside him. They had thier masks off, and they all looked handsome and beautiful. Prince's hair was long, Paris was beautiful, Blanket just looked like a special boy. They all had a touch of Michael in them.
"I showed them your room so they could see all your posters and CDs," Dinna laughed.
"I'm very happy to know I have young fans," he smiled a bigger smile and looked my in the eye. Most of the time when people look me in the eye I give them a deadly look back.
"Dinna," I said. "What are we having for dinner?" She stared at me, without looking me in the eye.
"Come with me and I'll mostrar you," she pulled my arm and dragged me to the kitchen. She has guts tonight.
"Listen tu little runt," She had my hair and whispered in my ear. "I told Michael you're my foster daughter, but he thinks tu call me mom. Just have manners for once!" I've been held and talked to like this before I was caught por the police and put in a foster home. Not por my parents though. por men who didn't get their way.
"You have to stop nagging me for a life time before I call tu 'mom,'" I snarled and turned my head so I was looking her in the eye. She was obviously scared. I could feel the fuego burn in my eyes. She let go and walked back to the living room where Michael and the kids waited patiently.
"Dinners ready!" She said.
A big black car was in the driveway and people with cameras surrounded the house. I stopped in confusion and wondered who was at the house. Why would Dinna have someone famous at the house? That's extremly impossible! She has no connections! I shrugged my shoulders and walked on. I pushed my way through the people, who started taking snap shots of me. I rather not have my white tanktop and baloncesto shorts on the internet, but who would care. Except Brian, who always watches out for me.
When I finally got to the door, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw an anchor woman. I gave a confused look. She just smiled and asked me a question.
"Why are the Jackson's here at your house?" She asked. My eyes widened. Jackson's? Michael Jackson's family is here? I shook my head and went inside, ignoring the lady. I closed the door behind me and heard laughing comeing from the living room. I went in and almost died.
"Honey," Dinna just made a mistake. "Why are tu all white?" I just stood there like a statue, and apperantly I was the same color. I finally caught my breath and walked stiffly to a chair. The man across from me was smiling at me with a sweet smile. His black hair shone in the light and his pale white skin lit up his face. He had a black and white suit on.
"Hello, Nicole," the man's voice was softer than a gatitos soft meow. "I'm sure tu know who I am, but, just in case, I'm Michael Jackson." He said. I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. I bent down and shook like a scared puppy.
"Stop actuación like a little creep," Dinna bent down and whispered in my ear. I got up and sat back down in the chair. I noticed his kids were beside him. They had thier masks off, and they all looked handsome and beautiful. Prince's hair was long, Paris was beautiful, Blanket just looked like a special boy. They all had a touch of Michael in them.
"I showed them your room so they could see all your posters and CDs," Dinna laughed.
"I'm very happy to know I have young fans," he smiled a bigger smile and looked my in the eye. Most of the time when people look me in the eye I give them a deadly look back.
"Dinna," I said. "What are we having for dinner?" She stared at me, without looking me in the eye.
"Come with me and I'll mostrar you," she pulled my arm and dragged me to the kitchen. She has guts tonight.
"Listen tu little runt," She had my hair and whispered in my ear. "I told Michael you're my foster daughter, but he thinks tu call me mom. Just have manners for once!" I've been held and talked to like this before I was caught por the police and put in a foster home. Not por my parents though. por men who didn't get their way.
"You have to stop nagging me for a life time before I call tu 'mom,'" I snarled and turned my head so I was looking her in the eye. She was obviously scared. I could feel the fuego burn in my eyes. She let go and walked back to the living room where Michael and the kids waited patiently.
"Dinners ready!" She said.
When I finally got to the door, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw an anchor woman. I gave a confused look. She just smiled and asked me a question.
"Why are the Jackson's here at your house?" She asked. My eyes widened. Jackson's? Michael Jackson's family is here? I shook my head and went inside, ignoring the lady. I closed the door behind me and heard laughing comeing from the living room. I went in and almost died.
"Honey," Dinna just made a mistake. "Why are tu all white?" I just stood there like a statue, and apperantly I was the same color. I finally caught my breath and walked stiffly to a chair. The man across from me was smiling at me with a sweet smile. His black hair shone in the light and his pale white skin lit up his face. He had a black and white suit on.
"Hello, Nicole," the man's voice was softer than a gatitos soft meow. "I'm sure tu know who I am, but, just in case, I'm Michael Jackson." He said. I closed my eyes and fell to my knees. I bent down and shook like a scared puppy.
"Stop actuación like a little creep," Dinna bent down and whispered in my ear. I got up and sat back down in the chair. I noticed his kids were beside him. They had thier masks off, and they all looked handsome and beautiful. Prince's hair was long, Paris was beautiful, Blanket just looked like a special boy. They all had a touch of Michael in them.
"I showed them your room so they could see all your posters and CDs," Dinna laughed.
"I'm very happy to know I have young fans," he smiled a bigger smile and looked my in the eye. Most of the time when people look me in the eye I give them a deadly look back.
"Dinna," I said. "What are we having for dinner?" She stared at me, without looking me in the eye.
"Come with me and I'll mostrar you," she pulled my arm and dragged me to the kitchen. She has guts tonight.
"Listen tu little runt," She had my hair and whispered in my ear. "I told Michael you're my foster daughter, but he thinks tu call me mom. Just have manners for once!" I've been held and talked to like this before I was caught por the police and put in a foster home. Not por my parents though. por men who didn't get their way.
"You have to stop nagging me for a life time before I call tu 'mom,'" I snarled and turned my head so I was looking her in the eye. She was obviously scared. I could feel the fuego burn in my eyes. She let go and walked back to the living room where Michael and the kids waited patiently.
"Dinners ready!" She said.
