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He Exist...Only In My Memory...Part 2
*Hope you guys like it. And sorry if it sucks. I ran out of ideas...lol ---)MaryCait* Chapter 1 Wendy and a few of her colledge friends goofed off as they were on a field trip with their teacher Mr. Briggs. Wendy was now 19-years-old. No longer the small, weak little seven-year-old everyone remembered her as. She was now a strong, independent young lady. Her long black-curly hair grew, her big brown eyes staid the same naturally. The only thing about her, since that one dream about her dear old friend Michael...she never had a dream of him again. For twelve years she hoped she'd have a dream of the man who was her only childhood friend. She never tried to let that get to her, she just tried being her normal self when the time came down to it. She wanted this feild trip to be the best thing, seeing is how they're staying a week at this place. Mr. Briggs had pared them up in groups. It was a big class, so he had no choice but to pair them up in groups. Wendy was just happy he'd paired her up with her friends. Her friends being Angel Thompson, Justin Galden, Alyssa Ward, Stephen Jefferson, Timmy Bangs and Quan'Neal Tucker. Angel was riding on Wendy's back(Angel is too lazy for her own good) as the small group of friends walked around the streets. "So...where are we going to go?" Stephen asked when they all stopped. "How about we go check out that store over there?" Angel offered, pointing to a small antique store. "It wouldn't hurt." Wendy said, fixing Angel to where she was on her back the right way again. "And it's close so-" "So you don't have to carry Angel's heavey ass around?" Wuan'Neal asked, laughing to himself walking past the Wendy and Angel. "Quan! I know you didn't just call my ass heavey!" Angel yelled towards him, hoping off of Wendy's back to fallow behind him. "You got to love them, huh?" Justin asked walking over to Wendy, placing his arm around her shoulders. "Yeah. I guess." Wendy said doing the same to him. Her and Justin has known one another since they were in Middle School. They were lucky enough to be at the same colledge, too. The rest of Wendy's group, her and Justin included, fallowed Quan'Neal and Angel into the store. The store looked small on the outside...but there was actually enough space in there for all of them to look around amonst themselves. Wendy and Alyssa, another friend she's known since Middle School, were just walking around the potrait part of the store when a picture caught Wendy's eyes. Alyssa kept on walking until she turned and noticed Wendy stopped and looked at a picture. "Wend?" Alyssa asked walking over to her dear friend. "What's up?" "That's my picture..." Wendy said. Alyssa turned to where her friend was looking and saw she was right. That was her picture. She remembered it from anywhere. The light mocha colored face, the long black-curly hair(much like Wendy's), big brown eyes and that face structure. Alyssa always remembered Wendy saying she drew his face like it was-the stern look was how Wendy remembered Michael when they both were standing in front of the mansion that was in her dream. "Hey...that is your picture." Justin said coming over to his friends. "Wasn't this the picture you're sister sold in that Yard Sale back in tenth grade?" "Yeah...but what's it doing here?" Wendy asked, reaching over to her paiting and picking it up...just to have it snatched away by the store owner. "What do you think you're doing!?" He asked, furiously. Wendy, Alyssa and Justin didn't know what to say to the furious older man. Wendy finally got up enough courage and took the photo back. "This is my painting, sir." The store keeper's face softened looking into Wendy's big brown eyes. His eyes grew wide with shock in a matter of seconds. He took the picture from Wendy and looked at it then back to her. "If it is not any trouble, ma'am...what is your name?" Wendy looked at her friends, the others finally walked over to see what was going on. With a sigh, Wendy looked back to the store keeper and said, "My name is Wendy." "Last name?" "Why do you wanna know her name, perv?" Angel said, being her usual self. Quan'Neal rolled his eyes and pulled Angel behind him to get her out of the way. Wendy rolled her eyes and told the shop keeper her last name. "My last name is Harrison." The shop keeper smiled some. Wendy and her friends couldn't help but feel a bit creeped out. "So you're the real member of Michael's family." Wide eyed, Wendy asked: "What are you talking about...M-Michael's family?" The store keeper seemed confused. "You mean, you don't know?" "No. I don't know." "This painting is of your great-great-grandfather." The store keeper said. "You are Jacob Harrison's daughter...aren't you?" "Dude!" Quan'Neal said shocked. "How'd you know her old man's name?" "Her great-great-grandmother was a dear friend of mine, may she rest in peace, told me so many things of her great-grandson Jacob. How he had a beautiful wife, two beautiful daughters. And here one is standing in front of me. A spitting image of her great-great-grandfather...Michael." "That can't be right." Angel said, coming out from behind Quan'Neal. "Michael was just something Wendy made up as a kid." "Yeah...he was just some guy that was always in my dreams." Wendy told the store keeper. "Tell me about these dreams." Wendy was taken back on this, she never had been asked to talk about the dreams with Michael. She thought about it, where does she start with this? With a sigh...she started. "Well," Weny started. "Michael didn't really come to my dreams until I was five...the same night my mother was killed in a car crash with my cousin Ivey. I remembered I went to bed crying that night; I must have cried myself to sleep because I don't remember much of me crying after it. "I remember in the first dream I ever had with Michael, I was still on the stone road we'd always walk on. Only this time...I was crying-my mother and cousin's death was the worst thing I ever had to go through. I remember hearing foot steps walking towards me, I just didn't want to look up from the little ball I was curled into to look at the person who took the time to come over to me. "That was the frist time I saw Michael. He got down on one knee and smoothed his hand up and down my small back...till I calmed down and he started asking me questions. I didn't want to answer them, but at that young age I took the whole don't ever be rude to grown up rule...and I used it and began answering Michael's question. It was silly of me to think Michael was some real person back then-seeing how he must be real if I'm related to him. "Well...anyways....that was the first time Michael asked me to walk with him. And as many times before, before I got use to him...I didn't want to hold his hand, but once I did...I never wanted to let go of it." Everyone of Wendy's friends and the store keeper was paying close attention to her. Wendy took that as a sign to keep going. "Um...Michael and I would walked down the same road everytime. He would sing to me, play with me, tell me stories of adventure and pirates...he'd tell me stories about his life...he'd laugh at my jokes. And that smile of his...it was so sweet and so innocent. That's how I grew to him. A simple smile and a simple soft voice. "To me...he was always just a child trapped inside of an older man's body. I know it was silly to think of it like that...but it was true. To me that's what Michael was. And till now...that's what he is. "I didn't have friends when I was younger. Michael took that spot being my only friend...it's silly to think he was my only friend and I only saw him when I slept. Hell...I didn't care. Where was I? Oh, right! Well, um, Michael would always walk with me until we reached this mansion of some kind. I don't know what it was really. Michael always stopped us before we ever set foot to the other side of the arch way that was in front of the mansion. "For three years...my dreams always ended the same way. Michael's stern face as he tightened the grip on my small hand. I'd always wake up before I could ever ask him why he did that. That was until I was seven...I finally asked him why he would bring me to that same place. "Michael oddly didn't know why he'd did it. He was drawn to it somehow...but this time, he let go of my hand and walked through the arch way. I ran after him, trying to grab his hand so I could walk with him-I thought he wanted me to fallow. I was about to grab his and, too...when...when-" "When what!?" Angel asked, seeming to have gotten very involved into the story her friend was telling. Rolling her eyes, Wendy continued and got serious again. "When...he vanished before my eyes. After that one dream...I always wondered what the things he told me meant. I also wanted to know who Michael really was. I wanted to ask him all of these questions...but I never had a dream of him again after that one night. For twelve long years...I've hoped I'd get a chance to dream of Michael again. To my dissapointment...I never did. So now you know the story." Everyone was quiet for a long time. The store keeper clearned his voice before placing the picture back where it was. "I believe...it's time you learned a little more about your dear grandfather Michael and you're dear grandmother Ellie." He said walking to the back. "Will you guys fallow me please?" The students look at eachother before falling the old man into the back of the store. Wendy looked back behind her once more at the picture before fallowing the others. She was nervous. But she was finally going to know a little about the man that was in her dreams from her childhood. The only strange part about finding out...the same man. The man she always looked on as a friend was actually her great-great grandfather? She wanted to know. Though...is she really ready to know the history behind Michael? *Sorry it sucked guys. I tried... I just didn't have any ideas for this part. But I hoped you like it and more to come. By the way...this is the picture I had Wendy draw. (PS: I do not claim the picture. It belongs to it's rightful painter.) http://williams-shamir.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/michael_jackson_painting_williams_shamir.jpg Good night all*
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