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Rewriting HIStory 1

"OH MY GOD...... MOM!!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My mom ran up 
the stairs and into my room. She was startled
"WHAT?!" She said, kinda pissed off. Then as the news settled in, I burst into 
tears. My mom came and hugged me tight.
"Babycakes, what is it?" 
"He-he died.... He...." I sniffled real loud "Michael, mom...." I barely could say. She 
sighed.
"Oh..." She was trying not to laugh. "Well, all things die..."
"Your... Not... HELPING!" I pushed her away. She looked at me sideways, the 
looked at me lovingly.
"Wanna talk about it when momma comes home?" 
"Please." I gave up wiping my tears away, all they did was come back. Mom smiled 
and went back downstairs.
The one good thing about having two moms, was the fact they each understood 
me. But in their own ways. Momma was a HUGE MJ fan. She always told me that 
if she wasn't Lesbo, Michael would be her first choice. She also knew how to cheer 
me up.
Mom was like the... Aunt, I guess. She was a great listener, and was a great chef. 
Hey, what can I say? I love food.
Momma never got home until 5:30 in the evening. So, I had maybe two hours to 
kill. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I grabbed my backpack, which 
acted like a purse, and I went downstairs.
"Mom, can I go downtown?" I asked, already at the door.
"Yeah, but be careful. Remember Momma comes home at 5:30 so don't be too 
late! Love ya!" She called from the kitchen.
I walked outside. I lived in a nice quiet town in Cali. It was by a beach, so I could 
walk there from my house and just get lost. Or I could go downtown. I lied to my 
mom because she dosen't want me at the beach. She thinks I might get some idea 
with a boy. I walked down my neighborhood, waving hello to my neighbor, 
Mr.Summers. As I walked down the path way to the beach, when I notice 
something new. Another pathway. It looked brand new, and me being me, I walked 
down it.
As I walked, the forest seemed to get closer, the path got narrower, and I swear I 
heard laughter. The path led me to a cottage. 
"Huh" I thought to myself. I knocked on it. 
"Come in" A faint voice said. I opened the door to find a nice looking house. A little 
dated though. Of looked like the 70's upchucked all over it. An old woman peered 
out from under her covers. She was in a bed.
"Please, come closer." 
"Umm..." I whispered. She looked like death, so I walked to her bedside.
"My dear, sweet child, what is your name?" She barely breathed.
"Peggy..." I said.
"Peggy, reach out your hand." Her weak hand wabbled out to mine. I reached down 
and grabbed her hand. She inhaled and exhaled, then she opened her eyes. She 
smiled up at me.
"Darling, you come from a different family. But, you love them very much. You 
recently had someone you love die. You are struck with grief, are you not? But, this 
person you had only met once. This person wasn't ment to die now... Maybe, you 
are this person's savior." At this point I was creeped out. I mean, I was Catholic! I 
don't believe in this kind of stuff!
"In the corner, you will find a ring. Put it on your pointer finger." She pointed to the 
corner across the room. I walked over and put the ring on.
Suddenly, everything around me swirled into a ball of color that was in front of me. 
I backed up, bewildered. Then it changed forms into a door. I looked arond me and 
saw nothing but black. So, I walked through the door.
"AHHH!!!" A voice screamed as I fell onto a bed. I scrambled off the bed, and 
paced.
"How the hell...?" I mumbled to myself. I looked at my finger. The ring had 
dissolved into my skin. It now looked like a tattoo. Then somebody ran into the 
room, and jumped onto the bed.
"Mike? What's up?" A little girl asked the man in the bed. He was starring at me, 
looking pissed.
"Dunk, I'll tell ya later. I've got company." She turned and looked at me then the 
man.
"Huba-Huba... You gotta foxy one! Have fun!" She winked at me then skipped out. 
I sat down, and crossed my legs. I stared at my finger. The man got out of the bed 
and looked down at me.
"What? Not gonna try and have sex?" He said, sounding like this had happened 
before. I looked up at him and frowned.
"What the hell?! No! I don't even know you! Besides, I'm only sixteen." I looked 
back at my finger. The man sat down across from me.
"Ah, the 'I have no fucking clue who you are' trick. Well, what do you want? I won't 
have sex." He said. I stood up, and looked at him in the eye. I glared at him.
"Listen, I dont know what kind of a pervert you are but, I don't wanna have sex. 
And I don't know who you are."
"Are you for real?" He asked, seeing my sincerity.
"For real?" I said trying not to laugh. He smiled
"Well, then, Im Michael Jackson."

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