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Annabella to Michael...Part1

My name is Anna, and this is my story....

It was a warm day in Indiana when I looking at King Charles Spaniel puppies that were for sail for free. I leaned down over the bobwire fence they have to keep the puppies in and picked one up. She was so cute. This is what she looked liked, http://pics.hoobly.com/full/RK8OMENH7NBKXQD7BK.jpg .
   She whimpered on in my arms. I kissed her head and started walking away. I saw a boy around my age looking at the puppies. Did I happen to mention that the year is 1968? Well, it is..and for the blacks, like this boy, it's not pretty.
  I wish this world accepted them. I do. So does momma and daddy. I smiled and walked over to him. He turned and looked at me. He looked shocked a little bit, but then he smiled. He put his hand out to me. I craddled Roxie-my new puppy-in my left arm and shook his hand with my right. He smiled. I looked up into his deep brown eyes looking into my blue ones.
   "I'm Michael, Michael Jackson," he said, I liked his name, "It's nice to meet you." I smiled at him and said, "It's nice to meet you also. I'm Annabella Cameron Clover, or just plan Anna or Cameron. But I like Anna a little better, but if you wanna call me Cameron, then you can. And this is my new baby, Roxie." I said holding up Roxie to him.
  He smiled and petted Roxie on her head and under her chin. I smiled at Michael. He seemed to love animals. "Hey, if you want one, those nice people are giving them away for free. Come with me and you can get one." I told him.
"Really?" he asked.
I nodded and he smiled again. "Okay, Anna." I took his hand and lead him back to the people. When they caught sight of Michael, they all had disgust on their faces. I was smiling at Michael and I didn't even noticed. We stopped and looked at the puppies and Michael was about to pet one when we heard a man voice say "Nigga, I don't think you know what the hell you doing, but get your goddamn self away from our dogs." 
   We looked up and saw the owner of the puppies. He looked at me, "And you, I thought your mama and daddy told you not to hang around these negros like the rest of us!" I inched back held Roxie tightly to my chest. I looked away and began to run with Roxie in my arms. I heard someone behind me. I looked back and saw that it was Michael
   I stopped and looked turned around to see him. "I'm sorry, Anna, I didn't mean to get you yelled at." Michael said. I smiled a little bit at him. "It's okay, Michael, it wasn't your fault. I forgot about this segragation going around. I just wished that...black and whites could get along. And be friends." I said starting to sit down. Michael did the same thing.
  Roxie laid in between us as we laid on the grassy field we were at. We looked up at the sky. "Michael," I started.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Have you ever noticed that people who are black and white can't get along but when you but it in a term of something else, like the sky how blue and white gets along and how night time comes. The sky is black and the stars are white? They get along very well. Have you ever noticed that?" I asked him.
  He looked at me then back to the sky. "Yeah, yeah I have, Anna." he said.
"Do you think one day...that can happen? Black and white people getting along?"
"Actually...yeah, yeah I do."
"Michael?"
"Yeah"
I reached my hand to him. It was a fist at first then I poked my pinky out and he did the same. We smiled at one another. "Then, we'll make a note of this, we will always be friends no matter what. And that nothing will ever break us apart." I said.
"Yeah," he smiled. We pinky swore that day. And over the years me and Michael became the best of friends, but when the 70s came...I never saw Michael alot...but when 1972 came and I went to see him...I saw...movie vans and him in his family car leaveing with tears rolling down his face.
 My heart sunk...I lost my best friend and my secreat crush. Or so I thought....

TO BE CONTINUED..............

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