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Imagination...Chapter One
*Hey everyone. It's Mary Cait, and this is my newest story on the site :) I hope you all like it, cause it took me forever to get the ideas on paper then to the computer so I can share it with you all. lol...well, anyways, I hope you all like it and this is a story base on The Wiz. Now, this goes out to all of you and also this goes out to Michael and his family and the wonderful cast of The Wiz. And also, I am making the story since Time Box is nearly over. Then I'll have this, Don't Jump and Crazy Love to finsih. But anyways enough chatter. So... here we go 83* My mother and I have been alone; just us since my father died when I was about eight. And then my mother gave birth to a baby brother, but sadly he had been stricken with a illness in only when he was just ten days old. He didn't have much of a chance any how as much as I was concern. I was only eight at the time, but oddly, the way I grew attached to that dying baby. I have no idea why. But being an only child, well now I mean, you grow lonely and you grow to have someone who could understand you a little bit. I try to with my mom...but she just acts as if I am not even trying to be the less bit normal at all. And that is not true! I do try, very, VERY hard to be normal in our troubles. But it is just so hard for me to try and believe that I should do what any one else asks me to do so. When they are not in authority to me. None, what so ever. Recently, she had given me this book. She said and quote, "So you can open a world on your own, where...you can be free to be who you want to be, and no one tell you otherwise. You can have your conflicts, your compromises and anything else you would like to have my dear. Only remember, what you have up in your brain...is also what could come out so very much on this very book." I have come to think of myself like Anne Frank. Not that I believe what me and my mother is going through is anything like what Anne and her family had went through. I couldn't imagine how it must have felt for a girl of my age to feel like that. Having to change her life style, giving up everything she loved and held dear, watching the people she's known forever be taken away to just face death; either quickly or slowly. My life could never be a worse as hers' was. No one in the wide world could have felt the fear and pain as she did. I'm not sure yet, but I'm sure one day some one will. But for right now...I do not believe any ones problem can compare. But back to what I was saying, anyways...I sat in my room like I normally do while mother has gone to her check ups. She has been going more and more actually now a days. She has the awful cold...the doctors think it is something worst...but we are in prayers that it isn't what I think it is. I'm really scared for her. I sighed trying to forget these thoughts. I looked out my window for inspiration. Maybe that would help me...maybe not a little, but enough so I can write something in the journal of mine. I finally got an idea as I heard the birds outside chirping and flying about. I started to write in my journal. Me: *Thinking while writing* One December day, Ayden Harold sat in her room. Her mother and her father were trying to get everything ready for their family get together, but there was a problem with everything about the get together...Ayden didn't want to be any part of it. None...what so ever. ********************************** Me: Mom, do I have to come!? Mom: Yes, sweetie. Everyone is going to out here looking for a great time. And you'll get to see your cousins again, your aunt and Uncles. And your aunt Megan has just gave birth to a baby girl. Wouldn't you like to see her? *Puts the dishes on the table* Me: *Huff**Crosses my arms**Storms off* Mom: Don't you dare have that tone with me Ayden Mariah Harold! Me: *Slams my door once I get in my room* Mom: *Sighs**Throws her hands in the air and heads to the kitchen* Dad: *Turns to one part to the newspaper* I have to live in a house with only women... Mom: *Throws a dish rag at him from the kitchen* Dad: *Sighs**Folds his newspaper and walks into the kitchen with mother* I sat on my bed looking at the snow falling. I don't want to even do this whole have a family get together thing anyways. Half of my cousins always pick on me and everything, and my Aunts and Uncles are going to pay attention to the baby then they would do with me anyways. So why even bother being part of the get together. If I were to stay up in this room while it was going on, my mother would just end up dragging me right down there to where I am not wanted. I pulled my pillow over my head as I heard a car door pull up. I guess the fun starts now. I mean, how much fun could it be, huh? Trust me, it's not fun one bit. I hope cousin Arnold isn't here...cause if he is...then they'll be pulling me off of him. Or trying to keep me from slapping in right in his face. He is the prankster of the family, and he tries to just prank me...which after all the years of being my cousin, he should know that I am not putting up with his stupid pranks. I sighed and pushed myself off of the bed. Well...here goes nothing. I tried to make myself look my best as I possible could. But they really wouldn't get a lot of me. If they ever pay attention to me, they'll understand it. I opened my bedroom door and started down to the living room. I guess...I have to suck it up sometimes. ******************************** Me: *Still writing* As Ayden open the door to her room, to walk downstairs into the living room where the get to gather was about to happen, she couldn't help but feel a bit out of place as she walked in. All her family turned and looked at her; or just the family that was there actually. She didn't know what to do about it really. She just knew she wanted to just go back into her room and just pretend the train wreck that was about to go on...that it would never be. She pulled on a fake smile and ducked into the kitchen, where she planned that she would stay the whole night. But what she did not notice was that she was going to have a whole new journey a head of her. As I was writing, I hadn't notice mother come back in. I had only notice when I looked from the corner of my eye. I looked to her and I smiled. But once I did...her face only held grim expression. That cause my family to fade into a frown it's self. Mom: *Trying to hold back her sadness**Talking quietly* Julie...come into the living room with me, please. We need to talk about something important. I nodded my head and closed my journal. I only hoped that it wasn't has bad as I thought it was going to be. To Be Continued *Well, here is the first part :) I hope you all like it. I'll have more to come soon. Till then, BYE :D*
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