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Ok, new idea. Hope you like ~Carly

Being a teenager is tough but, when your best friend is Michael Jackson and your mother is Diana Ross it's tougher than normal. Pimples, boobs, thinking in diffrent ways than others, a whole new world when your 16. I really wish I am normal.
I woke up with a start, causeing me to fly off the side of my bed. Crashing straight into the wall. 
"Owwww..." I moaned. I got up and got back on my bed and looked out the window. Dawn. I figured that it's ok to be awake now. i flipped on the lights, got dressed, and tried not to look in the mirror. I made my way into thE living room and saw... Another one?!
"MOM!" I yelled at her
She stired a little. I walked oveer to my naked mother and some random dude and yelled as loud as I could.
"MOM!" I screamed over and over again until she opened her eyes.
"Oh... um.... Hi sweetie?" She said, Sitting up. The guy next to her was totally out.
"Don't 'Sweetie' me. Who the hell is he?" I almost shouted. She shuttered.
"I thought I'd have some fun... a mom's gotta stay in shape you know..." She sputtered. A vodka bottle a few feet away from her.
"Ok, first of all go to a gym if you wanna stay in shape. Second, are you drunk?" I said
"There's a little left," Her head inclining towards the bottle"He obviously got more than enough last night...sweetie? What time is it?"
"Ok, lets get up. Get some clothes on. And kick this guy out... now," I said, forcefully. My mom got up and stormed off to her room, slaming the door and waking up the dude. 
"Where's Diana," Looking at me "Hey babe, you wanna get jiggy wit it?"
"You got 5 seconds to get the fuck out of my house or I'll beat the shit out of ya" I said thru my teeth, glareing at him. He scrambled up and ran. 10 seconds later a door slams. 
I'm offically pissed of with my mother and my life. My mom walks down the stairs wearing an oversized shirt and tiedye pants. She looked around giggling, still drunk. I decided that I'll go upstairs and crash, then call Michael...

I woke up to sunshine and a headach. I got up looked outside and thought that it had to be at least nine, and that last nigh was just a dream. I walked over to my phone an dialed Mike's number...
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Angie Ross... Is a Michael Jackson there?"
"Um,duh!" A light giggle
"Hey! Listen can we meet up at the park...now?" I hope I didn't sound to pitiful.
"Yep. I can probably go until- dammit Tito! What the heck? Get off the phone."
"Hey, Ang! Come here! It'd be better if ya di-," BEEP BEEP BEEP... I hung up. Ok, I'll go there.
I redid my hair and makeup and waked out the door. I lived a few blocks away from the Jackson's, luckly. I was only noticed by a little girl. I was there and rang the doorbell. I hear four 'I'll get it!'s'. Randy,Tito,Marlon,Jermaine, And Michael were all smiling at me and telling me to right on in...

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