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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.
what is there to say about Michael Jackson. i think that he was a great person and a great singer. he was the king of pop to everyone in the world. he meant a lot. after his death i went on you tube and i looked that all his songs and interviews and made me cried. i think he really wanted to change the world. he will be missed by his fans,friends,family, and kids. r.i.p Michael Jackson. you meant a lot. i hope that we as fans to keep up what Michael Jackson wanted us to be.i really think that Michael was a ture hero he touched so much people. And on june 25th 2009 was his last day to shine.and i just image what michael jackson is doing right now.love you m.j!!!!!
[ 5 7 5 syllable thing]
His music like Love,
Never shall we ever Part,
Forever in my Heart,
[ 3 5 3 syllable ]
Addictive,
Unforgettable,
Amazing
[ 7 5 7 syllable ]
His voice so much like a drug,
Something special to love,
Sexy,Smooth and easy to love
[ 3 7 6 syllable ]
So unique,
If only there where more like him,
As different as he is,
[ 7 8 7 syllable]
How i miss Michael Jackson,
Tears brought to my eyes as he died,
But his legend lives on
[ 2 3 2 ]
Different,
But unique,
My idol <3
His music like Love,
Never shall we ever Part,
Forever in my Heart,
[ 3 5 3 syllable ]
Addictive,
Unforgettable,
Amazing
[ 7 5 7 syllable ]
His voice so much like a drug,
Something special to love,
Sexy,Smooth and easy to love
[ 3 7 6 syllable ]
So unique,
If only there where more like him,
As different as he is,
[ 7 8 7 syllable]
How i miss Michael Jackson,
Tears brought to my eyes as he died,
But his legend lives on
[ 2 3 2 ]
Different,
But unique,
My idol <3
I love Michael almost 2 years. He teaches me a lot of things like what is real life or "if you wanna make the world a better place take a look at yourself and then make the change".
My favourite: album - Dangerous
song - Black Or White
humanitarian song: Earth Song
I'm proud to be in his family. I'm proud to be a Soldier of love.
I just wanna to say: Thank you for everything Michael.
I Iove you❤.
Rest in peace...
My favourite: album - Dangerous
song - Black Or White
humanitarian song: Earth Song
I'm proud to be in his family. I'm proud to be a Soldier of love.
I just wanna to say: Thank you for everything Michael.
I Iove you❤.
Rest in peace...