Rosabel reluctantly followed Matron Helen into the cold, stone cellar at the bottom of the orphanage. The only things in the cellar were a few chairs, a cupboard and a small table. Rosabel glanced quickly at the thick steel rod into Matron Helen's hand then kept her eyes on her socks. She knew what was coming. Suddenly, she felt a fat hand twist her arm and a سیکنڈ later she felt the cold sting of the metal rod smacking her skin. It happened nineteen مزید times and each time Rosabel screamed for help, even though she was sure that no one could hear her. Eventually, Matron Helen stopped beating Rosabel and left her alone with the door locked, sobbing hard in the corner of the room.
Meanwhile, upsatirs all the other children were finishing their chores early and gtting ready for Michael's visit.
"Alright, everyone into the living room and stay put!" Matron Hazel yelled.
While the children filed into the living room, Matron Hazel told the other Matrons about the fight that Rosabel had gotten into and that they shouldn't go looking for her. Suddenly there was a knock at the old front door. Audible whispers of excitement came from the living room. Matron Isabelle rushed to the door and opened it to a man with curly shoulder length black hair, fair skin and big, deep brown eyes. He was surrounded سے طرف کی about 5 people holding cameras.
"Mr Jackson!" Matron Isabelle exclaimed. "Come in, the children are waiting."
"Thank you." Michael said, stepping into the orphanage.
Matron Isabelle led Michael into the living room where nearly all of the children screamed how much they loved him as soon as he appeared at the door. Michael smiled and sat down on the small sofa in front of all the children and cameras. Suddenly a small girl with red hair ran آگے and sat down اگلے to Michael. Then a little boy did the same. Eventually all the children had tried to get a place as close to Michael as possible.
"Erm, Mr Jackson?" Matron Isabellle said.
"Please, call me Michael." Michael کہا with another smile.
"Well okay then, Michael, the children here made this gift for you."
She handed him a small brown parcel tied with white string. Michael examined it for a moment then opened it and found himself holding a scrapbook. On it the first page it said:
Dear Micahel,
The children here made آپ this scrapbook as a gift to remember us سے طرف کی since we don't get many visitors. All the staff and children here love آپ very much.
From the staff and children at All Smiles Orphanage
Michael flipped through the pages and saw pictures of the children and poems and letters for him. In the pictures he noticed a little blonde girl that he didn't see sitting in front of him. He reckoned she had already been adopted though. After Michael had finished looking through the scrapbook he took a picture with each of the children and one with the staff then started to get ready to leave.
"Thank آپ very much for my scrapbook." He کہا when he was سے طرف کی the front door and with that Michael and the photographers left.
When the front door closed all the children immediately started talking to each other about their encounter with the King Of Pop. Except one. Harvey was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling lonely and sad. He was sad because Rosabel had missed Michael's visit and he knew how upset she'd be.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Harvey checked to see if anybody was looking, then ran into the hallway and out the front door. Across the street, he saw Michael just about to get into his car.
"Michael!" Harvey yelled. "Michael, come back!"
Michael turned around and saw Harvey waving at him from across the street. Michael looked left and right then quickly ran across the سٹریٹ, گلی to Harvey.
"Are آپ okay?" He asked.
"Michael, آپ need to come back."
"Why?"
"You haven't met my best friend yet. She's the one who loves آپ the most out of all of us."
"Really?"
"Yes, will آپ come back?"
Michael paused for a moment then agreed to go with Harvey.
Harvey led Michael to the back of the house where they entered through the back door and went down to the cellar.
"The keys must be here somewhere." Harvey muttered once they were at the cellar door.
"Are they these ones?" Michael asked, pointing a bunch of keys hanging on a hook close to the ceiling.
"Yes they are, but how are we going to get them?"
"Get on my shoulders." Michael کہا after a moment of thinking.
"Are آپ sure?"
"Sure, don't worry about it."
Michael got down on his hands and knees and Harvey put his legs around his shoulders, then Michael slowly stood up.
"Can آپ reach them?" Michael asked.
"Almost, اقدام a little to the left." Harvey replied.
"How about now?"
"I got it!" Harvey exclaimed.
Michael put Harvey back on the floor and let him unlock the door. When the door was open, the two of the them walked into the cold room to find a little girl's body lying in a heap in the corner.
Meanwhile, upsatirs all the other children were finishing their chores early and gtting ready for Michael's visit.
"Alright, everyone into the living room and stay put!" Matron Hazel yelled.
While the children filed into the living room, Matron Hazel told the other Matrons about the fight that Rosabel had gotten into and that they shouldn't go looking for her. Suddenly there was a knock at the old front door. Audible whispers of excitement came from the living room. Matron Isabelle rushed to the door and opened it to a man with curly shoulder length black hair, fair skin and big, deep brown eyes. He was surrounded سے طرف کی about 5 people holding cameras.
"Mr Jackson!" Matron Isabelle exclaimed. "Come in, the children are waiting."
"Thank you." Michael said, stepping into the orphanage.
Matron Isabelle led Michael into the living room where nearly all of the children screamed how much they loved him as soon as he appeared at the door. Michael smiled and sat down on the small sofa in front of all the children and cameras. Suddenly a small girl with red hair ran آگے and sat down اگلے to Michael. Then a little boy did the same. Eventually all the children had tried to get a place as close to Michael as possible.
"Erm, Mr Jackson?" Matron Isabellle said.
"Please, call me Michael." Michael کہا with another smile.
"Well okay then, Michael, the children here made this gift for you."
She handed him a small brown parcel tied with white string. Michael examined it for a moment then opened it and found himself holding a scrapbook. On it the first page it said:
Dear Micahel,
The children here made آپ this scrapbook as a gift to remember us سے طرف کی since we don't get many visitors. All the staff and children here love آپ very much.
From the staff and children at All Smiles Orphanage
Michael flipped through the pages and saw pictures of the children and poems and letters for him. In the pictures he noticed a little blonde girl that he didn't see sitting in front of him. He reckoned she had already been adopted though. After Michael had finished looking through the scrapbook he took a picture with each of the children and one with the staff then started to get ready to leave.
"Thank آپ very much for my scrapbook." He کہا when he was سے طرف کی the front door and with that Michael and the photographers left.
When the front door closed all the children immediately started talking to each other about their encounter with the King Of Pop. Except one. Harvey was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling lonely and sad. He was sad because Rosabel had missed Michael's visit and he knew how upset she'd be.
Suddenly, he got an idea. Harvey checked to see if anybody was looking, then ran into the hallway and out the front door. Across the street, he saw Michael just about to get into his car.
"Michael!" Harvey yelled. "Michael, come back!"
Michael turned around and saw Harvey waving at him from across the street. Michael looked left and right then quickly ran across the سٹریٹ, گلی to Harvey.
"Are آپ okay?" He asked.
"Michael, آپ need to come back."
"Why?"
"You haven't met my best friend yet. She's the one who loves آپ the most out of all of us."
"Really?"
"Yes, will آپ come back?"
Michael paused for a moment then agreed to go with Harvey.
Harvey led Michael to the back of the house where they entered through the back door and went down to the cellar.
"The keys must be here somewhere." Harvey muttered once they were at the cellar door.
"Are they these ones?" Michael asked, pointing a bunch of keys hanging on a hook close to the ceiling.
"Yes they are, but how are we going to get them?"
"Get on my shoulders." Michael کہا after a moment of thinking.
"Are آپ sure?"
"Sure, don't worry about it."
Michael got down on his hands and knees and Harvey put his legs around his shoulders, then Michael slowly stood up.
"Can آپ reach them?" Michael asked.
"Almost, اقدام a little to the left." Harvey replied.
"How about now?"
"I got it!" Harvey exclaimed.
Michael put Harvey back on the floor and let him unlock the door. When the door was open, the two of the them walked into the cold room to find a little girl's body lying in a heap in the corner.
It,s been forever since I saw آپ dance and heard آپ sing ONE مزید CHANCE
Eternity I think یا so it seem, since I heard آپ sing BILLIE JEAN
Tears fall down my face the most when I watch the movie آپ called GHOST
When I hear آپ sing BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR my lips اقدام sftly as i say I LOVE آپ MORE!!!
The love pounds deep inside of me, when I see آپ کنسرٹ HISTORY
Lust pours through me with all its might, when I watch آپ sing BLACK AND WHITE
I knew آپ weren,t just a passing fad, as soon as i saw your cute face sing BAD
If I could talk to آپ on the phone, I would say Michael آپ ARE NOT ALONE
I wish we together just us two, cause darling Michael I JUST CANT STOP LOVING YOU!!!!!
Michael, we remember and appreciate
as آپ gave happiness to others ...
He did not like everything
He was alone in the whole wide world
He taught us to be kinder
He appealed to protect the planet.
Appreciate the love, doing good
contempt for revenge
forgave the insult, he loved life,
Preserved word of honor.
His eyes filled with deep
unearthly warmth
In his eyes concealed life
a hard life.
About him in the newspapers wrote
Just slander and lies
he wanted to humiliate,
What magazine did not take.
Michael is gone forever,
Nobody really does not return
He remained in the hearts
He's never in them will not die.
دن passes for the دن ...
I still want to find the answer:
Why do people appreciate
When they are no longer close?
PS
I know Michael, your life is not in vain
آپ just wanted to give children the happiness
آپ tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!
as آپ gave happiness to others ...
He did not like everything
He was alone in the whole wide world
He taught us to be kinder
He appealed to protect the planet.
Appreciate the love, doing good
contempt for revenge
forgave the insult, he loved life,
Preserved word of honor.
His eyes filled with deep
unearthly warmth
In his eyes concealed life
a hard life.
About him in the newspapers wrote
Just slander and lies
he wanted to humiliate,
What magazine did not take.
Michael is gone forever,
Nobody really does not return
He remained in the hearts
He's never in them will not die.
دن passes for the دن ...
I still want to find the answer:
Why do people appreciate
When they are no longer close?
PS
I know Michael, your life is not in vain
آپ just wanted to give children the happiness
آپ tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!
A judge has ruled that witnesses will NOT be allowed to discuss Michael Jackson's child molestation case during Dr. Conrad Murray's manslaughter trial.
L.A. County Superior Court Judge Michael Pastor کہا any testimony relating to the molestation case is irrelevant -- and would be distracting and misleading to the jury.
The judge also banned Arnie Klein from testifying -- after prosecutors argued the defense would try to blame the dermatologist for the death ... and take away attention from the man on the hot نشست -- Dr. Murray.
L.A. County Superior Court Judge Michael Pastor کہا any testimony relating to the molestation case is irrelevant -- and would be distracting and misleading to the jury.
The judge also banned Arnie Klein from testifying -- after prosecutors argued the defense would try to blame the dermatologist for the death ... and take away attention from the man on the hot نشست -- Dr. Murray.
The Michael Jackson estate is tired of waiting for Lloyd's of London to pay out on the $17.5 million "This Is it" insurance policy -- so they're going after Lloyd's in court ... demanding they pay up, stat.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether سے طرف کی homicide یا not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
Lloyd's of London originally issued the policy to cover potential losses for MJ's 2009 "This Is It" concerts -- but earlier this year, the company asked an L.A. court to declare the policy null and void ... claiming MJ lied about his medical history and drug addiction.
Lloyd's insists the policy "was restricted to losses resulting from accident only" -- pointing out Michael's official cause of death was "homicide."
But the estate is now on the offensive -- filing a cross-complaint, claiming MJ never intended to die, whether سے طرف کی homicide یا not, so his death still qualifies as an accident.
But the estate isn't just settling for the original $17.5 million -- they also want punitive damages. FYI, suing for punitive damages often scares the crap out of insurance companies.
do this " Ti say " lest kill them all" Michael say " yes" Michael and boys and went to kill the boss and bad team and they won yea so the cops story is over sry.
Well...I haven't written this story in 4 months!!! But.. MJMusicRox, Inspired me to finish the اگلے chapter. ^_^ So, I think I will. There are 9 Chapters so far. So...If آپ haven't read all the chapters...Maybe آپ can read them? Tell me what آپ think? Personally I didn't even think it was a good story. But some people کہا they liked it...Lol. I wrote it for fun. So...I'll re-read over all the other chapters...Because I don't remember all that happened. XD Kay...Bye! <3
~Mccala
p.s I have this thing on my computer now that checks the spelling...Less mistakes!
~Mccala
p.s I have this thing on my computer now that checks the spelling...Less mistakes!