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Angelica woke up from her multicolored polka dot bed after hearing raucous in the hallway by her room. She peaked her head outside and took a look. Of course, it was two of her cousins, Royal and Jaffar, and her sister, Paris, laughing at some YouTube video they were watching on Paris’s computer, and to make matters worse, at 4 in the morning. Angelica became angry that she had awoken so early for such complete bull crap, as she called it. Angelica particularly didn’t like to swear, to any degree, but sometimes the circumstances pushed her to do so.
She made her way over to Paris’s room.
“Paris,” she said, “It’s four in the morning. Do you guys ever sleep?”
“Since when do you care?” replied Paris. Angelica was not about to put up with more snotty remarks from her sister, so she answered clearly and in a straightforward manner.
“Look, Paris. Either you and your cousins pipe down, or I’ll shut down your computer, unhook it, and place it in my room where it will have a perfect home,” replied Angelica, feeling slightly like she had outdone herself considering she was usually too shy to even walk over to Paris’s room, let alone scold her.
This would have been a fine gesture, considering Angelica did not have a computer in her room and had to use the one in her grandmother’s room which the adults were always taking up.
“You don’t scare us.” replied Paris.
Angelica felt hopeless. She stayed quiet and put her head down and walked to her room.
“One day I will. One day I will.” Angelica replied to herself.
Angelica laid back in bed and looker out her window, then looked at the collection of copper colored ponies on one of her shelves. She has been collecting them practically since she lived at Neverland. Back when she was happy. Back when she respected.
She went over to her mirror and let her beautiful, long, curly hair out of her scrunchy. Then she sat in her orange chair and wrote in her diary some more.
Then it hit her.
There was supposed to be a special visitor at Hayvenhurst today. She looked at the planner in her diary for the day, which was June 23rd, 2011. She was shocked when she saw what was written for the day.
Oprah. Oprah Winfrey was supposed to visit their house today. She had remembered her and her siblings would be interviewed. On live television. In front of millions upon millions of viewers. Just the thought of all the cameras made her feel sick. Her stomach did somersaults. Angelica then ran into her bathroom and puked. When she had the energy to get her head out of the toilet, she looked at herself in the mirror , seeing fear. Desperation. “I can do this.” She said to herself. “I can do this.”
A few hours later, Oprah arrived at the estate. Angelica was just finishing getting ready, putting on her favorite casual outfit, shaking in her skin, when she heard the door open. Her siblings and cousins were downstairs.
“Hey guys!” said Oprah. “I’m so happy to see you!”
Angelica opened her bedroom door slightly and looked out. Oprah was greeting her family.
“Hey, where’s Angelica?” said Oprah.
Angelia swallowed and continued to listen to what was going on.
“Oh, she’s just in her room, as usual. She has nothing interesting to say anyway.” said Paris.
Oprah looked confused. “Oh…she..she.. doesn’t?”
“Nope.” said Paris. “She’s really rather lazy and she doesn’t want to continue the family legacy. She’s just kinda there. She has got to go.”
Oprah gave a shocking expression. “Well then. Uhm..lets get the interview started I suppose.”
Angelica closed her door and sat against it. Tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her sister would have said such a thing in front of Oprah. She grasped her diary and hugged it. She opened it and started to write. She opened up a page and titled it “And She Was Gone.” A new poem she was writing. A teardrop fell on the page as she thought of a couplet to write on the paper.
“ANGELICA! OPRAH IS HERE!” her grandfather shouted from the foyer.
Angelica made her way downstairs, couplets and rhymes about her life racing through her head.
Angelica woke up from her multicolored polka dot bed after hearing raucous in the hallway by her room. She peaked her head outside and took a look. Of course, it was two of her cousins, Royal and Jaffar, and her sister, Paris, laughing at some YouTube video they were watching on Paris’s computer, and to make matters worse, at 4 in the morning. Angelica became angry that she had awoken so early for such complete bull crap, as she called it. Angelica particularly didn’t like to swear, to any degree, but sometimes the circumstances pushed her to do so.
She made her way over to Paris’s room.
“Paris,” she said, “It’s four in the morning. Do you guys ever sleep?”
“Since when do you care?” replied Paris. Angelica was not about to put up with more snotty remarks from her sister, so she answered clearly and in a straightforward manner.
“Look, Paris. Either you and your cousins pipe down, or I’ll shut down your computer, unhook it, and place it in my room where it will have a perfect home,” replied Angelica, feeling slightly like she had outdone herself considering she was usually too shy to even walk over to Paris’s room, let alone scold her.
This would have been a fine gesture, considering Angelica did not have a computer in her room and had to use the one in her grandmother’s room which the adults were always taking up.
“You don’t scare us.” replied Paris.
Angelica felt hopeless. She stayed quiet and put her head down and walked to her room.
“One day I will. One day I will.” Angelica replied to herself.
Angelica laid back in bed and looker out her window, then looked at the collection of copper colored ponies on one of her shelves. She has been collecting them practically since she lived at Neverland. Back when she was happy. Back when she respected.
She went over to her mirror and let her beautiful, long, curly hair out of her scrunchy. Then she sat in her orange chair and wrote in her diary some more.
Then it hit her.
There was supposed to be a special visitor at Hayvenhurst today. She looked at the planner in her diary for the day, which was June 23rd, 2011. She was shocked when she saw what was written for the day.
Oprah. Oprah Winfrey was supposed to visit their house today. She had remembered her and her siblings would be interviewed. On live television. In front of millions upon millions of viewers. Just the thought of all the cameras made her feel sick. Her stomach did somersaults. Angelica then ran into her bathroom and puked. When she had the energy to get her head out of the toilet, she looked at herself in the mirror , seeing fear. Desperation. “I can do this.” She said to herself. “I can do this.”
A few hours later, Oprah arrived at the estate. Angelica was just finishing getting ready, putting on her favorite casual outfit, shaking in her skin, when she heard the door open. Her siblings and cousins were downstairs.
“Hey guys!” said Oprah. “I’m so happy to see you!”
Angelica opened her bedroom door slightly and looked out. Oprah was greeting her family.
“Hey, where’s Angelica?” said Oprah.
Angelia swallowed and continued to listen to what was going on.
“Oh, she’s just in her room, as usual. She has nothing interesting to say anyway.” said Paris.
Oprah looked confused. “Oh…she..she.. doesn’t?”
“Nope.” said Paris. “She’s really rather lazy and she doesn’t want to continue the family legacy. She’s just kinda there. She has got to go.”
Oprah gave a shocking expression. “Well then. Uhm..lets get the interview started I suppose.”
Angelica closed her door and sat against it. Tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her sister would have said such a thing in front of Oprah. She grasped her diary and hugged it. She opened it and started to write. She opened up a page and titled it “And She Was Gone.” A new poem she was writing. A teardrop fell on the page as she thought of a couplet to write on the paper.
“ANGELICA! OPRAH IS HERE!” her grandfather shouted from the foyer.
Angelica made her way downstairs, couplets and rhymes about her life racing through her head.
i have read your story/article and the comets so far like one "why would mj be hurting his fans" and stuff like that well in a solution if i was THE KING OF POP after all he has BEEN through i can see why he would fake his death not to hurt his fans no. but maby to get away from all the pain and the stuff that he's been through can't you see why if this is true god please let it be true i hope he did fake his death i just want him hear now V_V but who knows we can only hope right now....idk bout you or me but i will still care for michael even if he faked his death and im sure theres superstars who fake there deaths to get away from all the relive and stuff like michael the way the tabloids treated him....can't you see? he has a right/reason to fake his death he's not hurting you or anything if this is true we can only hope but another question....why would he fake it? other than the reasons giving from this article?
The piece has received the name "broken heart stone" because a relief break runs through the heart designed with the imprint of Jackson's left hand. Online auction will take place in natesanders.com and will be February 15 as the date of closure. Board dates back to 1984, when Michael Jackson made the impression for the Las Vegas Walk of Fame project that never materialized. The piece was discovered in the basement of the Hotel Riviera in 2006 and was in the hands of a guest, who sold it in 2009 to its current owner for an unknown amount.
The mega-lawyer who successfully defended Michael Jackson in his molestation case is coming out swinging at Dr. Murray's defense team -- blaming MJ's death squarely on Murray because the singer was "not suicidal."
Thomas Mesereau went on MSNBC today -- and stated, "The defense lawyers have to do something and what they're gonna try and do is reflect attention away from their client and onto Michael Jackson."
He adds, "The reality is Michael Jackson was not suicidal, he was not self-destructive in the way they're trying to say, and hopefully their defense will not succeed."
For the record, Mesereau's "suicidal" statement is not accurate -- because according to our sources, the defense will argue that Michael MAY have accidentally killed himself after trying to self-administer Propofol ... but he was not suicidal.
Perhaps Mesereau's strongest comment -- "I'm sorry that the defense is going to have to bash Michael Jackson to try and divert attention from their guilty client."
Thomas Mesereau went on MSNBC today -- and stated, "The defense lawyers have to do something and what they're gonna try and do is reflect attention away from their client and onto Michael Jackson."
He adds, "The reality is Michael Jackson was not suicidal, he was not self-destructive in the way they're trying to say, and hopefully their defense will not succeed."
For the record, Mesereau's "suicidal" statement is not accurate -- because according to our sources, the defense will argue that Michael MAY have accidentally killed himself after trying to self-administer Propofol ... but he was not suicidal.
Perhaps Mesereau's strongest comment -- "I'm sorry that the defense is going to have to bash Michael Jackson to try and divert attention from their guilty client."
I feel so lovely that Michael inspires me even in the most specific ways.
I love you more than anything.
You are my heart and soul.
To see you when I die is my goal.
There is no-one I can love more than you.
You know it's true.
Why did you have to go?
I want all my love for you to show.
I need you.
This world is a better place thanks to you.
You are my life.
When you died I thought about cutting myself with a knife.
I love you so much Michael...
My heart isn't broken...
I have no heart at all without you.
When you died you took my heart with you.
I love you the most and nothing will ever change that I promise.
You are the one I love. <3
You are my heart and soul.
To see you when I die is my goal.
There is no-one I can love more than you.
You know it's true.
Why did you have to go?
I want all my love for you to show.
I need you.
This world is a better place thanks to you.
You are my life.
When you died I thought about cutting myself with a knife.
I love you so much Michael...
My heart isn't broken...
I have no heart at all without you.
When you died you took my heart with you.
I love you the most and nothing will ever change that I promise.
You are the one I love. <3
there are alot of things ,That I adore In MJ
but The best is He didn't wait for others to help the sick and dying people, he did it first and was
doing until his death, he visited espcially the sick children ,gave them toys,played them,Just i want you To Fancy how they were happy and me too
cause he wanted to change the world and he did it
although he was very busy with songs and tours,but
he went to them ,he did care about Them and us by spreading out the love ,peace and help,MJ I love You
very Much MY sweet angel you're always inside and
my heart god bless you,Rip!!!!!!
but The best is He didn't wait for others to help the sick and dying people, he did it first and was
doing until his death, he visited espcially the sick children ,gave them toys,played them,Just i want you To Fancy how they were happy and me too
cause he wanted to change the world and he did it
although he was very busy with songs and tours,but
he went to them ,he did care about Them and us by spreading out the love ,peace and help,MJ I love You
very Much MY sweet angel you're always inside and
my heart god bless you,Rip!!!!!!
Can I ask you why
when I look at you
I hear birds sing
and see alot of angle In sky?
can I ask you why
when My heart is lonely
my love for you becomes the only
, let it beat with dreams are so lovely
and I see Moon and sun walking togther
through the sky
can I ask you why
when I hear your voice
the stars become so near
, I am not fear
no tears to cry
And My soul wants to fly
to touch to the sky?
can I ask you why
I feel your hand in my hand
when I have to fight
throught the dark night
then you turned the dark to moonlight?
can ask I you why
every hurt I feel
you come to heal?
I'll reply for
cause I have love for you
I never felt it before
but now I feel it more
cause It likes the rainbow
through the rainy day
,a magcial dream
through nightmare
and that love is enough for me
when I look at you
I hear birds sing
and see alot of angle In sky?
can I ask you why
when My heart is lonely
my love for you becomes the only
, let it beat with dreams are so lovely
and I see Moon and sun walking togther
through the sky
can I ask you why
when I hear your voice
the stars become so near
, I am not fear
no tears to cry
And My soul wants to fly
to touch to the sky?
can I ask you why
I feel your hand in my hand
when I have to fight
throught the dark night
then you turned the dark to moonlight?
can ask I you why
every hurt I feel
you come to heal?
I'll reply for
cause I have love for you
I never felt it before
but now I feel it more
cause It likes the rainbow
through the rainy day
,a magcial dream
through nightmare
and that love is enough for me