Micheal, آپ Send Me

Chapter 8

January 7, 2001,

Grace came back today and dad was so relieved. Don't get me wrong; dad loves being with us سے طرف کی himself but; I think sometimes he gets a little bit overwhelmed. It's almost been a ماہ and a half since dad has had any help with us and he really needs to focus on finishing the "invincible" album because it's supposed to be released in October of this سال and he still needs to write one مزید song.

He's been too busy, reading books, dealing with disciplining us, making sure we get out of the house without getting attacked سے طرف کی شائقین یا paparazzi, and helping me with my school...

Michael and Frank arrived back at the hotel suite at eight p.m. Michael slumpled down onto the سوفی, لٹانا with a thud, and Frank crashed onto the nearest arm chair. They both sat there for a few moments trying to relax but unfortunately Michael's brain was still running full speed because of the day. Michael knew what that meant, no sleep for him again tonight. Frank looked over at Michael with his eyes wide open. "How can آپ not be tired after today? I'm tired and I didn't even do anything." Frank chuckled. "My brain won't slow down again," Michael کہا sighing. "Sorry Mike." Frank کہا because...

Setting: Michael and his girlfriend(now fiance) Diane have just had their first child. Michael is onset of "Smooth Criminals" with his friend Alicia when a fellow dancer walks up to them.

Dancer: ارے Jackson! i need to have a word with you
Alicia: Who the hell آپ callin Mr. Jackson? He's your boss, its not the other way around.
Michael: Alicia cool it, turns his attention to the fellow dancer. What do آپ want?
Dancer: So whats this i hear آپ had a baby with that so called whore of yours?
Alicia takes out her phone and begins filming whats going on
Michael:gets right in the dancers face Yea we...

"Maris, stop I'm trying to concentrate on my driving", Michael, as he was keeping his eyes on the road and the other drivers. "I'm sorry", Maris replied, while looking at him. "I've made special plans to be with آپ this afternoon, Maris, and lunch at Martini's is just the tip of the iceberg," Michael replied, "this our chance to be alone, and I've informed my secretary to take any messages from the calls I receive, and I would get back to them". "What about your employees," Maris asked, "don't worry, I've got that covered when you're the CEO of Fortune 500 company such as MJJ Productions,...

Chapter 3,



March 16, 1996,



I turned two years old yesterday and dad is having a hard time with my temper tantrums. He loves me to death; I just don’t think he knows what to do with me half the time! Grace is getting مزید and مزید frustrated with every دن that goes by. I have no doubt in my mind that he loves me but sometimes I wonder if I’m not what he bargained for!



There was a knock at the front door and a blonde haired woman that I did not recognize walked through the door. I had this strange feeling that I knew she was but, I couldn’t put a name to her face. Dad plopped me down on...

Chapter two

March 15 1995,

Dad came into my room and کہا “happy birthday baby!!!” Today I turn a سال old. He took me to the living room and there was new toys scattered all over the place. He کہا “I got آپ a bubble machine!!!” Nanny Grace turned it on and started to pop all of the bubbles. He کہا “I knew آپ would love that!!!”

Then I noticed there was a cake on the coffee میز, جدول and stood up so I could reach it. Nanny Grace کہا “I have a feeling she will be walking any دن now!!!” Dad cut me a slice of cake and کہا “yeah; don’t remind me!!!” While I was eating he snapped...

Michael awoke the اگلے morning extremely tired and still very shaken up. Michael walked into the bathroom and took a nice long warm shower. After getting out he got dressed, when he was dressed he began to pace around the house nervously. He felt he needed to go somewhere. As he paced about, something in his head told him to head outside and take a walk. Michael thought why not, maybe he could use a little fresh air. Michael grabbed his کوٹ and headed outside.

As michael walked down the path of old oak trees covered in spanish moss, he felt like someone was following him. Michael turned...

I walked into the bathroom to find Michael laying in the tub, شاور still running, curtain rip down, and Michael cradling his right forearm. "Ugh! Taylor, help me! AAH!" he yelled. "Michael! What happened?" I tried my best to get him out without hurting him as I asked him what went on. "I was going to turn the شاور off but I slipped and tried to-OW!-use the curtain but it ripped and I think I broke my forearm! OW! FUCK!!!!" As I got him into the room and on our bed, I grabbed clothes and tried to get them on him without hurting him. "LILLIAN! GET THE CAR READY! MICHAEL'S HURT! I NEED YOU...