"Huh??...." i say "Your father is Michael Jackson" says mother
*in LA*
*phone rings* "Hello this is Janet Jackson" "Hi Aunt Janet" says a familiar voice "Paris! how are you?" "Im good...I need to ask tu something though..." "Sure anything" "Have tu ever had a feeling that we have an unknown relative???" "...Sometimes yes...why?" "Prince is having the same feeling..he even dicho that daddy had the same feelling..." "Wow..." "I called Aunt LaToya and she dicho the same thing..." "Well I dont know what to tell you...no one knows the future but God alone..." "Your right...well thats all i wanted to know" "Ok..i amor tu Paris" "Love tu more..Bye!" "Bye bye" *hangs up phone* Paris is on her way to the living room until Prince calls for her "Hey can I talk to tu for a minute?" "Sure Prince wassup?" "Its about the "supposingly" unknown relative" "Ok" "The feeling now its as if....she knows who she is now" "Oh so now its a girl? how can tu be so sure?" "I dont know...look im just telling tu what im feeling.." "Ok...did tu get anything from the uncles o cousins?" asks Paris "Only a few felt the same..." says Prince..."Oh...Aunt Janet and Aunt LaToya dicho they felt the same" "Really? wow..." "Yeah...maybe we really do have an unknown relative...i wonder what relation" says Paris...Prince just shrugs his shoulders
*at home*
"THE Michael Jackson?!" i ask "Yes Kierra...THE one and ONLY Michael Jackson..." says Mother "Are tu two just pulling my leg??" i ask "No..." "Oh my GOD!" i say ploping myself on my bed..."And he doesnt know right?" i ask "No he doesnt..." says Mom..."Perfect!" i say sarcasticly..."Im sorry I didnt tell tu befo-" "STOP! tu arent sorry mother! tu would've told me this a long time hace if tu didnt want me to feel this way!" i say with tears streaming down my face...Mother pulls me in for a hug to apologise but i pull away "Leave me ALONE!" there was nothing left to do..so Ren and Mother leave me be...i crawl into my cama without bothering to even put on my pjs...i cry myself to sleep..."Why??" i ask myself before falling asleep
To be Continued...
*in LA*
*phone rings* "Hello this is Janet Jackson" "Hi Aunt Janet" says a familiar voice "Paris! how are you?" "Im good...I need to ask tu something though..." "Sure anything" "Have tu ever had a feeling that we have an unknown relative???" "...Sometimes yes...why?" "Prince is having the same feeling..he even dicho that daddy had the same feelling..." "Wow..." "I called Aunt LaToya and she dicho the same thing..." "Well I dont know what to tell you...no one knows the future but God alone..." "Your right...well thats all i wanted to know" "Ok..i amor tu Paris" "Love tu more..Bye!" "Bye bye" *hangs up phone* Paris is on her way to the living room until Prince calls for her "Hey can I talk to tu for a minute?" "Sure Prince wassup?" "Its about the "supposingly" unknown relative" "Ok" "The feeling now its as if....she knows who she is now" "Oh so now its a girl? how can tu be so sure?" "I dont know...look im just telling tu what im feeling.." "Ok...did tu get anything from the uncles o cousins?" asks Paris "Only a few felt the same..." says Prince..."Oh...Aunt Janet and Aunt LaToya dicho they felt the same" "Really? wow..." "Yeah...maybe we really do have an unknown relative...i wonder what relation" says Paris...Prince just shrugs his shoulders
*at home*
"THE Michael Jackson?!" i ask "Yes Kierra...THE one and ONLY Michael Jackson..." says Mother "Are tu two just pulling my leg??" i ask "No..." "Oh my GOD!" i say ploping myself on my bed..."And he doesnt know right?" i ask "No he doesnt..." says Mom..."Perfect!" i say sarcasticly..."Im sorry I didnt tell tu befo-" "STOP! tu arent sorry mother! tu would've told me this a long time hace if tu didnt want me to feel this way!" i say with tears streaming down my face...Mother pulls me in for a hug to apologise but i pull away "Leave me ALONE!" there was nothing left to do..so Ren and Mother leave me be...i crawl into my cama without bothering to even put on my pjs...i cry myself to sleep..."Why??" i ask myself before falling asleep
To be Continued...
