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Dear Michael :PART 1 :)
1975: My name is, Scarlette Rose Miller. But my friends,usally call me,Scar for short. I'm 16 years old, and I look like this: http://www.harvesttalent.com/talent/ReyesLG.jpg For most of my life,I have been best friends with Michael Jackson, since I could remember. I live down the street from him,so I come over, almost every day. Michael's mother, Katherine,loves it when I come over.In fact she treats me,like I'm another daughter to her! She ADORES me! Joe.....is another story,He thinks,I'm a bad influence on his sons or,something. But I'm not! I ABSOLUTELY HATE it,when Joe keeps on telling Michael,'he ugly,and has a'big' nose! Honestly , Michael is a very beautiful person inside,AND,out!-! Anyway,on this particular Saturday,I was making my way,down the street,to Mikey's house. Once I got there, Katherine had answered the door,and let me in,as always. Me:Hi Katherine! Is Michael,around? Katherine:He's in his room.Why don't you go up there now? Me:Thanks. I made my way,upstairs toMichael's room,when I suddenly heard faint sobbing,outside his door. I knocked softly. Michael:Go away! Me:Michael? It's me...Scar. Michael: Come in. I slowly open the door,and close it behind me. Michael was laying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Me: Hey... Michael:Hey... Me: Are you ok? (sitting at the foot, of his bed.) Michael: (Slowley sits up,and sits beside,me.) Scar....he did it again... Instantly, I knew. Me:Joe? Michael: Yeah...(puts his head in hands)Scar....What am I gonna do!? I'm sick of him,doing this to me! I just.....(starts crying) I wrap my arms around him. Me:Shhh....Michael....It's alright.....I'm here....... I just let Michael cry in my arms,like a young child,that's scared of a thunder storm. After an hour and a half pass by, Michael has finished crying, and now,we're laying on his bed,with me,beside him. TBC......
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