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