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Brooke's Story Part 1

~Hey, this is Brooke, and this is my very first story on here. I hope you guys enjoy. Go easy, I'm really into writing a lot. So, here it goes, this takes place in 2009 when "This Is It" was being made. Now, Michael is alive in this story. And also, I'm his daughter in this story, I hope you like it again.~

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My name is Brooke, Brooke Abigail Elizabeth Jackson. Don't even ask about my name, but yeah, my dad is Michael Jackson. I was with him while he was working on his comeback tour, "This Is It". And I'm just your normal teenager who couldn't give a crap about tours. But daddy loves doing this. I was sitting up near the wall on my cell phone texting my best friend, I call her AppleJackz, but her real name is Alicia.

(This is what were texting)
Alicia: Gurl, ur dadz be poppin' now doin' dis is it
Me: gurl, i know it. but i wish he stay off my butt wid dis
Alicia: he can't be dat bad
Me: you aint da one who be gettin' up da same time as him
Alicia: and dat would be?
Me: 4 or fuckin' 5 in da mornin'
Alicia: oooo u betta hope yo dadz dont read dat
Me: yeah, yeah AppleJackz
 (End of the texting)

I had to stop texting becuase dad took my phone out of my hand. I knew what he was doing.

Me: dad, give me my dang phone back!
Dad: not till you tell me what you mean by "4 or fuckin' 5 in da mornin"?
Me: dad, that's my bizz, not your's.
Dad: well, I raised you for more then, 13yrs. So I know what to do with you when you cuss or start to get a attitued towards me.
Me: dad, I ain't no little kid anymore who needs to be spanked.
Dad: you maybe 13, but that doesn't mean I can't spank you.
Me: you do, and I'll bring back mems when you thought I ran away.

When I said that, dad grabed my arm and dragged me with him. Damn, me and my fuckin' big mouth. Everyone was settin' things up so I was completly on my own with this. Dad lead us to his dressing room. And he locked the door.

Dad: sit down, young lady
Me: dad...
Dad: sit!
Me: (sighs and sits down on the couch)
Dad: now, tell me what's gotten into you in the past month I've been workin' on the tour.
Me: (crosses my arms and says nothing)
Dad: Brooke...
Me: do you really wanna know, dad?
Dad: yes, sweetie, I do...
Me: fine, I'll tell you why I act like this.

What I said next was so gonna shock him, but it's the truth for me.

Me: I'm sick of all you damn, concerts and tours, daddy, when i was growing up, I almost never got to damn see you becase you would be on a fuckin' tour, or a concert for someplace...I hardly saw you growing up, and now you have me to yourself, and it's gettin' ready for a tour!!! Nice way to spend with you kid, dad!!!

I got up and pushed him out of my way; I unlocked the door and went out it and closed it with a great big slam. At this moment when I saw everyone starin' at me. I wold say, "Why you lookin', and why ya trippin', I aint even do nothin'" but now, I'm to pissed and upset with myself to even say that. I back to the stage and sat down aginst it when Apples called again. I answered it, and my voice was cracking...

Me: h-he-hello....
Alicia: what's up, Bre?

To Be Continued...............

I know it sucked, but I hoped you guys liked it. I'll be back later. I got my little cuz's birthday today.

Not another part till, 4+ voice.

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