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Human Nature 1

Hi it's me Seriah ! I will continue Skin tite Jeans but I had an idea so here goes..~Seriah

My name is Journee Dalore Gibson. I'm 13 years old. I'm Liberian but born in America. The year is 1974. Gary,Indiana is my new hometown. I'm from Chicago,Illinois. I had to move here to get away from my dad. He abused me and my mom. You know drugs and drinking;all that stuff almost got us killed. I looked at my face one morning in Chicago it was red and all blue looking. From that other night my dad came home then tossed me around; wall to wall. I still have a bruise on my tummy and my cheek is dark red. This was me and mom's first day here. At 5:00 p.m. we got to our new house:
Mom: Wow !
Me: It's big and awesome looking
Mom: *laughing* Grab your things so we can go in
Me: Okay
Mom: Did you bring all your J5 posters and records ?
Me: Most of them..
Mom: Which ones ?
Me: Just Michael Jackson
Mom: *laughing* Well okay
Me: Why'd you ask ?
Mom: Oh no reason..
Me: Tell me
Mom: Okay I will tell you later
Me: Let's go inside 
Mom: Good idea *walking to door*
After we got inside I wanted to faint. The inside was beautiful ! Me and mom walked upstairs with our bags:
Mom: Pick a room
Me: I want the big one
Mom: *smiling* No no no I'll get that one !
Me: If you wanted that one why didn't you take it instead of asking me ?
Mom: I don't know
Me: *laughing* You should go unpack
Mom: Okay
Me: Then you need some sleep
Mom: You too silly
Me: Goodnight
Mom: *going in her room* Goodnight
I went in my room and unpacked. Then I put up my 48 posters of MJ. All my records were still in the trunk of the car and my record player. After I asked mom could I go get them; I ran out. My records were in the trunk. Someone came up to me:
?:Hi
Me: Hi
?: Do you know me ?
Me: No
?: Oh I'm Janet Jackson
Me: Jackson ?
Janet: Yes
Me: Sure ?
Janet: Yes
Me: Ok
Janet: I have brothers
Me: I know
Janet: You like one ?
Me: *lying* Nope
Janet: Which one ?
Me: Not telling !

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