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Finding That Missing Something.Part 4
-Marie <3 He disappeared again this time it didn't leave me as puzzled because i knew the media talked about Michael like he was nothing and made lies about him but the part i dont understand is what Michael wants to find out. Mom:MARILYN! COME HERE NOW! Me:*runs downstairs* yes mom? Mom: Mrs.Johnson said she saw you stealing at the mall. Me:What!?!?! no i haven't and i haven't even been to the mall in weeks and i would never steal anything a day in my life. Mom:Well maybe when you went you took something small like a necklace or ring or whatever. Me:i didn't steal anything mom you have to believe me. Mom:Marilyn i want to , i really do but... Me:I HATE YOU. I ran upstairs to my room and began crying . Do you know what it feels like to have somebody not trust you when your telling the truth? I didn't want to be bothered anymore so i took a little nap and woke up with the second key on the bracelet. Michael:Now you know how i felt all these years when people were making lies about me and nobody would ever listen to the truth. Me:Its terrible i hate it, now my mom thinks i've stolen when i havent ,i havent even been to the mall. you believe me dont you michael? Michael:Of course its not in your heart to do anything like that. Me:Thanks at least somebody believes me. Michael:Maybe you should go apologize to your mom. Me:no, and let her thinks she right? i think not. Michael:Well you better think of something to say because she's about to knock on your door in 3...2...1 *Knocks on door* Me:*takes a deep breath* Michael don't leave me. Michael:I promise i'll be right here. Mom:*opens the door* Marilyn can we talk? Me:i guess... Mom:sorry the way i've been acting towards you lately but when Mrs.Johson told me that it just reminded me of earlier when you lied about the necklace. Me:Mom ok i did lie about the necklace but i swear to you i did not steal anything from the mall. mom:i-i-i...Where'd you get this bracelet? Me:i won it at the carnival with dad. Mom:Oh. I believe you *walks out* Another lie... Me:I just want this all to be over. Michael:what? Me;this whole deal with my mom, whats wrong with her? Michael:*shrugs* Me:how many keys do i have to get? Michael:5 Me:Why 5? Michael:5 is a number thats special to me. Me:why? he disapeared once again this time leaving me puzzled as ever. i dont get anything about the number 5. I mean what am i supposed to get? The next morning i woke up to the smell of bacon i ran downstairs to see if it was ready. Mom:morning. Me:good morning. breakfast ready? Mom:almost so you should just stay down here. Oh look what i found *shows me a picture back when i have 5* remember this? Me:yeah i was only 5 in this picture. Mom:yeah this is when i entered you in that talent show everybody loved you. Me:yeah because i was so young. Mom:not only that you had talent Marilyn. Me:mom..please Mom:you did i wouldn't lie to you on that. Somebody even came up to me and said they wanted you to audition for some talent agent. Me:what? i don't remember this Mom:you were only 5 how could you? Me:Thats it. thats it ,Thanks mom *kisses her cheek* Mom:whats it? Me:i'll be right back. *runs to my room* MICHAEL,MICHAEL WHERE ARE YOU? he never showed up i looked out my window and didn't see him. me:Michael i know , i know now... still no answer. i had to find him so i climbed out my window and over the jacksons fence and into there house. the house had furniture which i hadn't before when i came in. me:Michael? Marlon:come on mike break over lets go *pulling him towards the basement* something was telling me to follow so i did. Joe:lets take it from I wanna be where you are. Michael:3...2...1 Me;Michael can you see me? he was singing the song but he shook his head yes. Me:i know its 5 keys... Michael:*points to ear but does to look like he's dancing* Me:you were only 5 when you got started in all this. Michael:*smiles* Joe:STOP ,STOP ,STOP Michael sing on the right key boy c'mon you know this *slaps him upside his head* Michael:sorry joe. Joe:now take it from the top. Michael gave me signal letting know he put the third key on the bracelet , i smiled and ran out. it was so strange i was standing right infront of everybody and nobody could see well expect Michael. I got home just in time to eat breakfast. Mom:everytime i see you , you have a new key on the bracelet. Me:i had one everyday. dad:its cool. me:i know right. Mom:how is breakfast? Me:good really good. Dad:amazing honey very good job. Mom:thank you i put my foot in it. Me:what type of expression is that? i mean who came up with that? Mom:*shrugs* me:you shruged just like him. Mom:what? me:oops did i say that out loud? Mom:yes like who? Me:my friend. Mom:what friend Me:Michael from back home before we moved here. Mom:oh i think i remember Michael how have he been? Me:pretty good so i've heard. Mom:thats great to hear. i was talking about Michael Jackson i didn't even know a michael from where we lived before me moved to Encino, so who was my mom talking about? I went up to my room to watch tv when michael was sitting next to me. Me:AHHH. michael:shhh before somebody comes up here. Me:you got to stop showing up like this. Michael:sorry. what you watching? Me:cartoons Michael:oh i love cartoons. Me:Me too. Michael:whats this called? Me:Phineas and Ferb. Michael:never heard of it. Me:well maybe because it wasn't made back in the 70's. Michael:oh i see. Do you know what June 25th is? Me:summer. Michael:no take a guess. Me:the day--the day you died. Michael: how did you know? me:i didn't ,i dont know. Michael:*smiles* me:4 keys already... Michael:no 5... Me:5? where is the 5th one? Michael:Look closely... TBC.
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