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Forever Young *1*

This is my first story here and all of you guys are like my inspirations including the man himself obviously. *Hazel

It was 1975. My life changed forever. In almost a blink of an eye. I'm Willow Santos. I'm 15 and a half and well I don't know my back story. I'm part Cuban, black, white and maybe Chinese they say. They my ex caregivers. I believe the black and Cuban part. I was apparently 'abandoned' by my real parents and taken in to an orphanage. I know right. Sucky sucky sucky. At the age of 6, I was adopted by a wealthy family from Chicago. The Jamesons. They were cool. Coolish. Mama Jameson was a bit mental and Papa Jameson was very strict on his kids who were between 12-15. There were 3 of them. Boys. He'd beat them up and verbally attack them just so they'd be what he had in mind for them which is not on. He turned his attention onto me. He would beat me for not being as sporty and having an attitude. So on my 13th birthday, he was drunk and tried to force himself onto me. At gunpoint. Out of fear, rage and confusion, I shot him. Where it mattered. I killed the guy. Mama Jameson hated me forever. You now thinking how I dealt with the law. Well, instead of prison, I went to reform school. St.Abigail's. Only girls. I hardly slept at night. The guilt. That wouldn't go away. St.Abigail's was no better. The last 3 years have been hell. Being bullied by the caregivers and fellow 'bad girls'. One night, I laid in bed. It was dark and all the other girls were fast asleep. I had been cooking up this plan for a while and was always to scared to make it happen. Until then. I packed some clothes and had my skateboard under my arm. The fences were high above the ground. I threw my clothes over and stuck my skateboard under my chin. Let's just say, breathing had never been harder than then. I climbed and my hands were killing me. It was when I was high up, the clouds came rolling in. I could hear dogs barking, people yelling. I had come a long way to mess up. In one swift movement, I jumped down and scraped my knee. The sight of my own blood was something else. I got my clothes and skated down the street not stopping. It must've been about 20 minutes of non stop skating when I stopped for air. I was at a garage sorta place. I got in and tried my luck. Inside was a lady who must've been in her 20s and looked at me worriedly.

Lady: Can I help you?
Me: Yes actually. I (plays with hands) need money.
Lady:(raises brow) For what?
Me: I need money to get to L.A.
Lady: L.A? It's not that far from here.
Me: Look, my aunt is real sick and my mom gave me the money for a bus but I was mugged by these two guys and (shows her my scraped knee)
Lady:(gasps) Dear God!
Me: Will you give me the money?

She cleaned up my knee and gave me the money. Amazing how the lies just keep coming. I had this unrealistic dream that if I went to L.A, some movie director will see me and make me an actress. No, I can't act but that's where the real money is at. Much to my annoyance, the bus came in 2 hours. At least it came. I had no clue where I'd go, but I was glad St.Abigail's was miles away from me. I got off with these cool looking people who at least knew where they were going. It was morning, and I was walking and stopped at this real fancy looking place. After gaining some courage, I got there and you won't believe who anwsered the door. Okay not really. He was standing right behind the real person. It was this friendly looking lady and right behind her was Michael Jackson. She must've been his mom. I could see the resemblence.

Me:(looking at Mochael Jackson) Hello Michael Jackson, I know alot of chics who're huge fans. (turns to lady nervously) Hi.
Lady: I'm Katherine and who're you, sweetie?
Michael:(looks at me funny) I'll just be off.(walks away)
Me: I'm Willow. I'm from Seattle but have a sick aunt in New Jersey and I really need a place to live.
Katherine: (eyes me up suspiciously) For how long?
Me: Just a 4 days. 
Katherine: Let me speak to my husband.

To Be Continued.

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