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hello mjsite. I'm Kat and am a 13 year old Michael Jackson fan and am a huge fan of the stories and writers of this site to the extent i've been inspired to share my own little composition. Hope you all like it!

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I was running faster than I ever had in a long while. I was running so fast I could almost feel my thoughts rushing past with the wind. I was running so fast my legs were on air. Alright not really but I'm sure you get my drift. I was running really fast.

Me: *calling over my shoulder* Catch me if you can, Applehead!

I ran to the direction of the riverside my adrenaline levels reaching an all time high. I was concerned I'd fall or trip  and break something important. You're probably thinking, 'Who's Applehead, oh wait, I'm sure I have a pretty good idea who that is but who the fuck is this talking?' Good question on your part. I'm Lindsay Harmon and am 15 years old girl from England. I have dark brown hair, hazel eyes and have been described as petite by others far too much. Applehead is the very famous Michael Jackson who turned 22 recently. We were at a secluded park that lazy Sunday afternoon escping the world for a few short hours.

Michael: You better run faster than that, Lindsay.

He sounded very calm whe he said that. He placed the picnic basket on the green grass and ran after me. I squeled and ran faster but he caught up with me eventually. He scooped me in his arms and we both let out shrieks of laughter for some reason before falling to the ground. After our laugh fest, he rolled off of me and propped himself up on one elbow. He looked down at me and smiled.

Michael: It's Mr.Applehead to you.
Me: Oh alright then, Mr.Applehead where's our blanket?
Michael: I came running after you before I could lay it down.
Me: Genius.
Michael: Rock, paper, scissors for who has to take it.
Me: You're on. *sitting up*
Me&Michael: *fists behind our backs* Rock, paper, scissors.

He had rock and I had scissors.

Michael: *smugly* Now tell me, who's bad? No don't finish it its Michael. *puts L sign on his forehead* L for Loser and Lindsay.
Me: *rolls eyes* Who's the one with the giant L on their forehead? I don't know where you put the basket.

Remember when I said Michael and I were at a secluded park? Yeah well I err I lied. That park is actually my enormous backyard. I don't like showing off how much money my family has because people tend to hang around for a piece of the billion dollar pie if you know what I mean. Being rich also drives people I usually like as friends away. I saw my assistant Eva with the basket approaching me and Michael.

Eva: Is there anything you will need, Miss.Harmon.
Me: *shakes head* 
Eva: *goes away in silence*
Michael: You okay?
Me: I'll never be normal.
Michael: Lindsay what are you talking about?
Me: *shakes it off* I'm talking crap that's it.

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