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Never thought it would happen 1

Hi! Sorry I haven't been on in a while, I've been 
busy with finales and school and homework and 
all that good/bad stuff... Oh yeah, I'm Carly. I 
forgot to metion that.. Um, I hope that you like 
this story!:) P.S there's cussing in this!

My name is Savina Mendoza and I'm 23 years 
old, it's 1988 and I'm a limo driver. I WAS on my 
way hme when I got a call from the boss:

Boss: Savina! Where on earth are you?!
Me: On my way back home. You said I had the 
rest of the night off.
Boss: Well, not anymore. You ha-
Me: (Interupts him) WHAT?! You know damn 
well that I need to go home to and soak. 
Otherwise I'm smelly and crenky.
Boss: Oh shut the hell up! ANYWAY you need to 
go pick up Michael Jackson. He lives just right 
around the corner. In Santa Barbra.
Me: Ok? You want me to drive from L.A to Santa 
freakn' Barbra?! What are you? Nuts? Why 
couldn't you ask Billy or just someone else?
Boss: Do you want to get fired?
Me: No.
Boss: Good. Now where was I... Oh! You need 
to PCM up Michael and bring him to the 
Grammies. He'll tell you where to go.
Me: (Grumbles) Ok...
Boss: Have fun! (Hangs up)

Great. Just great. I have to go pick up Michael 
fucking Jackson. It took me forever to find where 
he lives since my dumbass boss didn't tell me. 
Didn't he by some ranch or something? Oh 
yeah! Neverland! Ok, I know where that is! 
I turned the corner of cherry street and kept 
going North. Eventualy, I CPUs the place. I 
tucked in the stray pieces of hair back into my 
hat and got out put of the car. I walked up to the 
front door and ringed to door bell. A maid came 
out:

Maid: What are you here for?
Me: To pick up Mr.Jackson.
Maid: Oh! Well then, please come in. He will be 
down in just a moment.
Me: If you don't mind, I would like to stay here.
Maid: Ok.

I walked around the front yard and then peek 
over the side of the house to see an endless 
amount of green and a rollercoaster in the 
works. Damn! This guy gots some money!

!?: BOO!
Me:(Screams and jumps) 
!?:(Starts laughing)
Me: Shut it! (Turns around) Oh, I am very sorry 
Mr. Jackson. Please let me guide you to the 
limo.
Mr. Jackson: Ok, and please call me Michael.
Me: I am very sorry but, I cannot  call you 
Michael. It would be highly inappropiate. 
Mr. Jackson:(Smiles and checks me out) Well, 
what's your name?
Me: My name is Savina Mendoza. You may call 
me Savina if you like.
Mr. Jackson: Savina. What a beautiful name.
Me: Thank you. (Goes to the car and opens the 
door for him) Please sir, we must hurry.

Thanks for reading! Please vote!:) -Carly

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