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Just a random thing called LOVE

JUNE 24th 2009
Ugh. The worst part of my day. School. I'm in year 12 and in my first semester. After dropping my sister Ashleigh off at her primary school, I have to drive on my own for a good 20 minutes to get to my High School. Every day. School went by slowly as usual. That night I went to bed expecting tomorrow would be just as boring as today.

JUNE 25th 2009 
**yawn** I literally almost crawled down the stairs. As I saw the TV downstairs, I froze. Michael Jackson rushed to hospital. I thought it was minor, so I continued with my day, feeling numb, but hopeful. I thought to turn on the radio on my way to school. Michael Jackson dead at 50.I cried nonstop.

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NOVEMBER 25th 2009
I was still crying. Every time Thriller or Smooth Criminal came on TV, I turned it off. I couldn't bear to think that my hero had passed away, it was impossible to believe. And, for no particular reason, I just decided to go shopping. I needed a new pair of shorts anyway for Summer. "Bye mum! Bye Ashleigh!" I arrived at the shops about 10 minutes away. As I was browsing at  the endless racks of girl shorts, I looked to my right at the boy pairs and saw a man browsing at the mens side(closest to me). He looked confused. I thought I might help him. "Do you need any help looking for something?" I asked politely. I thought I recognised him. "Yes actually. I need a dark blue pair." the mysterious man answered in a voice I seemed to recognise. He was wearing a hat with big, thick clothes on, which I found odd because it was the middle of summer. That's when he looked at me. I looked into his deep brown eyes and instantly recognised him. MICHAEL JACKSON???? It couldn't be! I answered in a quiet, shaky voice "wwwhat ab b bout these??" I pointed to any random pair. When he turned to look at them I took advantage and leaned in to get a closer look. He wore a long sleeved t-shirt and a big jacket over the top with pants that looked very unflattering. Must be a disguise. His hair was tied up under his hat. But what was he doing here? I didn't worry that it wasn't him because those were his eyes without a doubt. I thought about what to say next when he said "Hi my name is Michael." I was speechless."My name is Danielle. If you don't mind me asking, (I was blushing now) what is your last name?" He looked around cautiously and seemed to be hesitant to answer. But he said "Jack." I knew he was lying,"Hmmm. Michael Jack. Sounds a bit like Michael Jackson." I was trying to do my cutest smile. Then he did the most sexiest thing-bit his bottom lip. I was about to faint, when he turned around and reched into his bag. He wrote down a number and address and said "I'll see you there." And he was gone. I giggled like a girl who just won the lottery.

NOVEMBER 26th 2009
I said to mum that I was going to school, but I was really going to Michael's house. I opened my car door when I got there I gasped. It was beautiful. The white mansion looked like a fairytale. The driveway was longer that my street. There were roses and garden everywhere. And, at the end of the driveway waited Prince, Paris and Blanket. I waved and said hello to each of them. Blanket looked like Michael so much I had to smile. Michael walked through the front door looking a lot like he should. His black hair was curly (which made me blush), he was wearing his military suit and white glove with his white socks and black shoes. I ran over to him and hugged him for a good 20minutes whispering things like I love you and I've missed you. He pulled me away and wiped the happy tears away and said "I love you more." I have never felt more happy and in love. He showed me around the house while Paris, Prince and Blanket played in the huge pool. When we got to his room, he sat on his bed and signaled for me to sit with him. Of course I did. "You are probably wondering what I'm doing here." he said quietly. I just nodded, too happy to speak. "I faked everything because I wasn't happy. I had my three beautiful children, but I didn't feel ..." I put a finger to his lips to shush him and kissed him for what felt like forever.

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