Here is my old creative writing work. This is about a girl who goes on an adventure with Michael Jackson and her two old friends
Here I am, walking home from another boring day of school. I quickly ran home to get to uncle's house. When I got there, of course, my rich yet neglectful uncle would be sleeping on the white plush couch in the living room and all four of my cousins would be playing in the backyard.
My bedroom was the attic, which my uncle and cousins would have their nice and big bedrooms, while I got stuck with the tiny, somewhat dusty attic. When I got there, I placed my black messenger bag by the nightstand and lay down on the bed. I turn to my left and pick up a gold picture frame with a picture of my late parents smiling, like nothing's happing. I sadly said,
"Mom, dad, why'd you go?"
I look up at the ceiling and looked at my dozen Michael Jackson posters, all from different eras, that I hung up to ignore the bland beige color that was painted.
"You understand me, don't you?" I start to smile at them and I start to feel a little sleepy and let out a big yawn.
"I could use a nap." I dreamily started to close her eyes and fall asleep.
"Hello, are you okay?" I start to hear a smooth yet calming voice. As I open my eyes, my vision was feeling a bit hazel, I see a handsome guy with black curly hair, light brown skin and in a red sweater, black pants, white socks, and black loafers. As my vision started to get cleared, I open my eyes and say,
"Michael Jackson?!" My brown eyes pop.
That was part 1. Please leave a comment telling me if you liked it
Here I am, walking home from another boring day of school. I quickly ran home to get to uncle's house. When I got there, of course, my rich yet neglectful uncle would be sleeping on the white plush couch in the living room and all four of my cousins would be playing in the backyard.
My bedroom was the attic, which my uncle and cousins would have their nice and big bedrooms, while I got stuck with the tiny, somewhat dusty attic. When I got there, I placed my black messenger bag by the nightstand and lay down on the bed. I turn to my left and pick up a gold picture frame with a picture of my late parents smiling, like nothing's happing. I sadly said,
"Mom, dad, why'd you go?"
I look up at the ceiling and looked at my dozen Michael Jackson posters, all from different eras, that I hung up to ignore the bland beige color that was painted.
"You understand me, don't you?" I start to smile at them and I start to feel a little sleepy and let out a big yawn.
"I could use a nap." I dreamily started to close her eyes and fall asleep.
"Hello, are you okay?" I start to hear a smooth yet calming voice. As I open my eyes, my vision was feeling a bit hazel, I see a handsome guy with black curly hair, light brown skin and in a red sweater, black pants, white socks, and black loafers. As my vision started to get cleared, I open my eyes and say,
"Michael Jackson?!" My brown eyes pop.
That was part 1. Please leave a comment telling me if you liked it
My sweet Michael
Your my only hope
my sweet Michael
I know u won't go
My sweet Michael
ur smile outshines the sun
My sweet Michael
Ur the only 1
My sweet Michael
Ur kiss is so strong
My sweet Michael
We haven't seen eachother in so long
My sweet Michael
We know ur wunderful worth
My sweet Michael
If only you were here on earth
R.I.P Mj
u will 4 ever be in our hearts
love you
4 ever and ever
for the Mj fans
hope you guys like it
Check out my Mj fantasy that I'm gonna rite later
Peace, Love, and happiness
Cuz noons cant take it away
Your my only hope
my sweet Michael
I know u won't go
My sweet Michael
ur smile outshines the sun
My sweet Michael
Ur the only 1
My sweet Michael
Ur kiss is so strong
My sweet Michael
We haven't seen eachother in so long
My sweet Michael
We know ur wunderful worth
My sweet Michael
If only you were here on earth
R.I.P Mj
u will 4 ever be in our hearts
love you
4 ever and ever
for the Mj fans
hope you guys like it
Check out my Mj fantasy that I'm gonna rite later
Peace, Love, and happiness
Cuz noons cant take it away