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Smooth Criminal? Me? So not-Part1
"Smooth Criminal? Me? So not" By: Spencer May Morris (*Chapter1*) My name is Carson, Carson Knight. Yes, everyone, I'm a girl. I'm 8-years-old, I also live with my grandmother and my father, who is a night club owner, John Knight. I have long redish-brown hair, milky white skin and brown eyes. Oh! Also, the year is 2010. And, also...I have a red bow in my hair thar my mother gave me when I was very little. This is how I look for you to see: http://www.bittybowsboutique.com/images/Modeling/Jennifer-Bow-Model-French-Clip-Close-Up-Red-and-White-EmaPhoto.jpg And guys, this is my story... It was one Friday night, Dad was working in the night club with Uncle Sal. I was helping out with the drink jugs cleaning them with Uncle Sal. My best friend, Jason Riddle was there also. He was helping my dad by cleaning the tables. He stopped and looked up at me. "Now," he started putting the rag down on the table, " how am I the one one cleaning the tables and you are the one behind the drink bar?" I looked at him and smirked. I placed the beer jug down on the counter. "My dad likes me more then you, Jason." I tol him, trying not to giggle at him. He rolled his eyes and went to the other table. Forgetting the rag. I rolled my eye at him. "Don't forget the rag." "I know what to do." He said going back to the table that held the rag and got it. I had to laugh some. Just as that happened, a man in a black suit walked into the room. Uncle Sal looked over his shoulder to see the man. I was wondering what he was doing over here. He walked over to the bar. "Why," Uncle Sal started, "Hello Mr. Benter. What can I do you for?" "Well, Sal, I'm here to get that box your brother told me about." Mr. Benter said. "Oh, yes," Uncle Sal said. Uncle Sal turned to me. "Carson, be a good girl and go to the storage room and get that big box that's laying under your Mama's old fedora okay?" "Okay." I said hapily skipping off from around the bar. Mr. Benter looked at me while I was doing so with a smile. "So that's John's daughter? The Michael Jackson fan?" he asked Uncle Sal. Uncle Sal smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Benter, my niece, the MJ fan. Her mother got her hooked on him, really." "My sister got my son hooked on him. All I hear is Michael Jackson this, Michael Jackson that." "Carson, Carson listens to "Smooth Criminal" all the time. I hear her listen to that so much I actually call her that." "I see." While they were still talking, I was busy in the storage closet trying to find the box. I haven't been in here since Mama died and we put her things in here. Including her fedora she loved so very much to wear. I finally remembered, Uncle Sal said it was the box that had Mamas' fedora on it. I found it was up on the top shelf and Uncle Sal picks the day to move the latter out of the room. I did what I could and started climbing up to the shelf the box was on. When I made it to the shelf, I was trying to hang on with all my might to see if I could reach the box. When I finally got my hand on it...I slipped and me and the box, along with my mother's fedora both fell to the floor. I was surprised I didn't fall on the box. I saw when I was getting up from the floor, I saw the box had opened and spilt out on the floor. I saw what was inside. It looked like some old pictures. I picked up one and it was like a flash hit me. The man in the picture looked like this: http://i28.tinypic.com/2yoociv.jpg I was drown into how he looked in the picture. As I was looking on it, I saw there was a note on the back of it. I read it and this is what the note said: Michael, I wanted to thank you for helping me out. And I just want you to know, thanks for being there for me. And, I know you said I was more of a Smooth Criminal then you are, but...not really. Me a Smooth Criminal, funny. I just wanted you to keep this to remember me. I have a picture of us in here also I think...but if I don't, remember who took this okay? Your friend, Carson Carson! My name...there is no way that I could be that Carson...right? I picked up a artical in the box that read: "CRIMINAL DIES AFTER BEING ACCUSED OF KILLING KNIGHT CLUBS DAUGHTER!!!" Somehow...it seemed strange to me. I mean, I'm a night clubs daughter. I saw the picture that the girl was talking about. But, it also had two boys in it: http://03.img.v4.skyrock.net/030/mikebadera/pics/621638177_small.jpg I was busy reading the artical I never I forgot all about I was suppose to get this box back to my Uncle and Mr. Benter, and with that, I put everything back in the box. And I put on my mothers' fedora. When that happened, it's like a bolt went through me. I shook it off and stepped out of the room. And this is what my mothers' fedora looked like:http://z.about.com/d/vintageclothing/1/0/K/1/-/-/fedora.jpg As I was walking back to the bar...I couldn't believe what I saw. Everything and everyone was gone. I started looking around and started calling everyone. "Daddy? Uncle Sal? Jason? Mr. Benter? Where are you?" As I was looking around for them, I had a feeling someone was behind me. As I was looking behind the bar. I felt hand go down on my shoulders. I screamed out loud and couldn't believe who I saw. "Michael..." To Be Continued in Chapter 2, guys (_) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Hoped you guys liked this one. I know it's not my best, but I'm trying like I said before. So, I just beed 4 or 5+ votes for this one okay. And Chapter 2 will be here soon.
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