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The Love Of My Life **1**

hey guys, this is Molly and I'm an anonymous reader who would love to see this site go back to what it was. And that is a haven for the biggest fans of Michael Jackson. 
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(2 June, 2009)

I stared at my laptop blankly as the WordPress was open with nothing typed on it. It had been a week since the passing of Michael Jackson. The whole world was still very shaken. In fact, I'm very convinced the first person to show signs of getting over it would start sometime next year! He was too big of an artist to forget that easily. Mostly, he was too big a person to get over that easily. For me, personally, I'll never get over him. But that's not the case. I will never forget the amazing man he was. I'll never forget how I slipped up. I gulped the last of my I-don't-know-how-manyieth cup of coffee and sighed deeply. Could I really do what I was planning on doing?

(A fateful Friday in 1980)

I'm Ysabel Rollins (everyone calls me Bel and so can you *winks*) and I'm a senior in Northwood High School. I am a size 6, brown haired and green eyed 17 year old girl (turning 18 soon, Yayyy!). I'm the head cheerleader and am the most popular girl in school right now. I'm also dating the popular and very handsome quarterback Alex Davidson. We're the perfect 'it' couple. Now, I have jealous haters who call me a superficial brat and you know what I say to them? Like whatever major loser, who needs people like that? There's also the admirers you know who call me beautiful, talented and all other amazing things I can't remember right now! My morning started off with me drinking a glass of water instead of breakfast. My mom, who's the cheerleading coach scrutinized me carefully while she sipped her coffee.

Me: Mom, what is it?
Mom: I don't want you hanging out all the time with your little friends and that Alan guy, all the time.
Me: Don't worry, we're always on top form.
Mom: *raises brow* What do you kids do on these 'dates' anyway? 
Me: *opens mouth to speak*
Mom: No stop right there. Whatever it is you're getting fatter by the minute. *sighs* Just finish your water and we can go.

I had a second glass of water and saw my mom almost smile at me over that, I don't know. I don't pay attention to my mom anymore because if I did I'd be a depressing little fuck. Parents are there to just put teenagers down. We should just brush it off with our perfectly shiny hair. I got out the car and all my friends were waiting for me in their blue and gold cheerleading uniforms that matched mine! We're all so in sync. I greeted them with warm hugs and when I got to my BFF Amy she gave me a glare.

Me: What is it, Aims? Did you break a nail?
Amy: There's a new girl. An exchange student from Scandinavia or something and we haven't given her a warm welcome.
Me: Oh. I didn't know okay? You guys never tell me anything. Where is she?

The girls pointed to a shorter girl with pale skin and blond hair standing by herself looking around nervously. I walked up to her confidently as the others followed. I stood in front of her and she looked up at me pleadingly.

Me:*demandingly* Name.
Girl: N-n-natasha.
Me: Gimme the minx watch.
Natasha: *hurriedly takes it off* 
Me: *smiles fakely* Enjoy America.

I dropped the books in her hands and walked over them and into the school. The other girls followed my every move.

Amy: You're a freakin' legend.
Me: Well what can I say?

The jocks were shoving people into lockers as they went past from the other entrance with my man Alex in front. He smiled when he saw me and I jumped into his arms when we met in the middle.

Alex: *while we're hugging softly in my ear* You smell so fuckable, baby.
Me: *when he puts me down I playfully smack him on the arm* Who says stuff like that in the morning?
Alex: Your boyfriend.

He surprised me by kissing me fully on the lips in front of everyone. People were cheering and I was kissing him back. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I pushed him hard away from me.

Alex: What the- was that necessary, Bel?
Me: I-I'm sorry.

I was saved by the bell ringing. I don't know why I pushed him like that. How could I have been such a jerk? At the cafeteria during lunch I saw this guy who's really nerdy looking at me. I was in the line and he was behind me. I honestly don't know his name but I know he's in love with me.

Me: Would you stop looking at me like that?
Nerd: Sorry, Ysabel. I'm in all your classes which I think is pretty funny because we've never spoken before and I don't know it's just pretty funny, wouldn't you agree?
Me: If you want to see something funny how about look in the mirror? I know I'd get a kick out of that.

I heard people laughing and I tossed my hair to the side and could feel it fall perfectly in place. My Fridays usually end off with me and my friends going to the mall and having iced teas or something but I passed that offer. I told them I ha other things to do. Which isn't a lie. I was going to my friend Wilma's house which was 35 minutes away. Nobody I surround myself with really knows about Wilma because I don't talk about her. But I'll tell you because hopefully you won't run and tell my mom, Alex, Amy or anyone in the Northwood High student body! Wilma is 14, black and a mild epileptic. It happens when she's mad. My 'crowd' can be racist and aren't very aware of people with disabilities. I was in my cheerleading uniform still when I got to Wilma's. She threw herself at me.

Me: Hey, Wills.
Wilma: Why do you do that to everybody's name?
Me: *confused* Do what?
Wilma: The whole Wills, Aims thing. A sister named Shaniqua don't wanna be called Shaniques.
Me: *blushes* I told your mom I was sorry.
Wilma: You staying the whole weekend?!
Me: What?!
Wilma: *points at my bags*
Me: Yeah. Just wanna get out of Northwood for a while.
Wilma: It's cool we know you like it here, though you don't admit it.

I got in and put my bags in her very small but cozy room.

Wilma: Guess what?
Me: Just tell me.
Wilma: My cousin Zander got tickets to the Jackson 5 Destiny concert.
Me: Great but I don't know if I'll go.
Wilma: Nonsense, Zander loves you and-
Me: Oh what the hell I'll go.

That afternoon, I was doing Wilma and her little sister Aaliyah's make-up for the show. Aaliyah is the sweetest 8 year old thing though has a bit of a potty mouth.

Aaliyah: I don't have shit to wear and Michael Jackson won't notice me if I wear any of my clothes.
Me: He'd be a fool f he didn't notice you.
Aaliyah: You not makin' me feel better.
Wilma: I still don't get why she has to come.
Aaliyah: *half yelling* I also fucking matter you know!
Me: Alright you two lets not start World War 2!
Wilma: It already happened.
Me: Oh.

I had my hair in cornrows (done very strategically by Wilma and 'Shaniques') and had beads at the ends. I thought I looked amazing. I knew deep down my friends would say different. I was wearing short purple shorts, a grey top with a red star in the chest area and white sneakers. Wilma and Aaliyah went as far as putting on jewellery for the concert. Zander was quite tall and a bit good looking though I'd never tell him. He had his girlfriend with him who gave me weird looks. Was my hair THAT distracting? At the auditorium, people were milling with huge signs and they all looked so in place, if that makes sense.

Zander's girlfriend: I see only one Caucasian that ain't you so far, Isabella.
Me: It's Bel.
Zander: Ladies let's get our seats,shall we?

Her comment made me self concsious. But you know how I roll. Whatever major loser to the haters, right? I went to the bathroom while Wilma and Aaliyah were still arguing about Tito Jackson's favourite things. I counted how much I had eaten that day. I had a salad at school and a chicken mayo sandwich when I got to Wilma's house. Then, half a chocolate bar in Zander's house. Suddenly feeling disgusted with myself, I stuck two fingers far down my throat and let it all out. Sometimes exercise isn't enough. I didn't even care if somebody saw me. They'd know better than to not mind their own business. After almost 4 minutes, I was satisfied with what I had just done and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Having that food inside of me would've been more gross. I flushed the toilet and walked out slowly. The sink seemed so far. I washed my mouth and my hands and heard running footsteps coming into the bathroom. This same person shut the door with a loud 'thud' and locked it. I turned around and screamed. It was a man.

Me: *half screaming almost in tears* Please don't rape me.
Man: *sounds scared* No I'm just-*turns around*

The man was 22 year old popstar Michael Jackson.

Me: *calmer* You have a show in like *looks at minx watch I took* less than 5 minutes.
Michael: I know but I can't go out there.
Me: What?! Why?
Michael: Hard to explain. 
Me: I'm Ysabel, by the way.
Michael: Hi. *puts hand out* 
Me: *shakes his hand* What about the show.
Michael: Love what you did with your hair it's so-
Me: You're changing the subject. What about the show?
Michael: *sits down against the wall crossed legged* Fine. Who will you tell?

He seemed scared and maybe a little lonely. I sat next to him feeling like the most incompetent idiot in the world. Did I ever listen to people? No becuase they always had to listen to me. The most popular girl in school.

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more michael in next part. sorry it was so long. oh im so sorry if you thoght my writing is dumb but that is how bel is like and i wanted to say things the way she would. thnx 4 reading.

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