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Wylie Draper's Story Part 3

*Here you go everyone, the next part to my story. I'm really glad you like it so far. This is for Michael Jackson, and also Wylie Draper, and also you guys in my MJSite family. So, I hope you enjoy this part. And more is on the way, the more you vote, the more stories I'll write.
-MC:3*

~~~{{{Part3}}}~~~

I can't believe Nadirah said all that to me. I've been there for her more then our mother and father, and she wants them. I looked around and saw everyone looking at me.

(Me): what? It's not like you never argued with your little siblings before. Okay?
(Terrance): yeah, but they never flat out said they rather have their parents back, then the older brother raising her, Wylie
(Me): (looking down) your probably right, Terrance
(Terrance): go on, try to find your sis, we'll all cover for you
(Me): thanks, Terrance
(Terrance): Don't mentioned it. Now go find your sister

I left with a smile and a thanks to him and the others to go and find Nadirah. Where could she be right now. I was wondering to myself as I was looking for her. I finally found her when i heard what sounded like crying coming from behind the storage closet. I put my ear to the door and knew that crying anywhere. I knocked on the door and the crying stopped. Hit was merely hicup sobbing.

(Me): Nadi, I know you in there...please open the door
(Nadirah): (hits the door with her fist)
(Me): Nadi, please come out of the closet
(Nadirah):....
(Me): you can't stay in there forever, Nadi
(Nadirah):.......
(Me): fine, I'll come back later, if your still in there

I know it was mean and bad to leave her in that closet, but she left me no choice, she wouldn't come out of the closet so me and her could talk. I remembered a song out mother would sing to us when we were sad and lonely. I walked back to the closet and heard her talking. As if it was so someone. And I was wondering who.

(Nadirah): I wished mommy and daddy never fought, then I could still be with them, and Wyrie. Now, all dat happen me and bubba fight all da time and we never have a bubba and sisder omemnt anydore. We fight and fight like mommy and daddy. Now, I wonder if Wylie even likes me anymore

I was about to say something when a female voice came from inside the closet with her.

(???): Well sweetie, you need to have a little more faith in your brother, I can tell he tries his best to make you feel like you can be a happy little girl, and I can tell you two don't fight all the time do you, to my point that's what it looks like. Now, do you really hate your brother, want to move back with your mommy and daddy, and thinl he hates you?
(Nadirah): I knows he does dry he best, Miss. Thomas, but it doesn't feel like he likes me anymores. And yes, I love bubba like a love sweets, and movies, and tickling Wyrie when he least knows it. And no, no I rweally don't anna go ack to mommy and daddy

I really couldn't believe what I was hearing, a 2yrold Nadirah Draper is opening up to a myster women named, Mrs. Thomas. And I could never get her to do that with me. Or anyone in that matter of speaking. I knocked on the door and it opening. I show a women with dark skin, black hair, wearing a tight red shirt and skinny jeans with white shoes. And Little Nadirah was still in her dress of course. Nadi looked up at me and smiled a little bit. Wait? Was a smile or was I seeing things. Nadirah held her arms out to me. And I smiled a little bit my ownself. I bent down and picked her up.

(Nadirah): bubba?
(Me): yeah, Nadi
(Nadirah): I'm sorry I daid dat do ou
(Me): it's okay, baby girl, bubba isn't mad at you any more
(Nadirah): rweally?
(Me): mmmhmmm
(Nadirah): yay! (hugs me around the neck)
(Me): oh, I'm sorry (looks at Miss. Thomas) I'm sorry I didn't catch your name
(Samone): Samone, my name is Samone. I was just looking around for my friend, Mary, she went off some where pissed off becuase of this dude...I think Terrance
(Me): ("Of course")
(Samone): and when I was looking I heard her crying and I opened the door and thought I wold see what was her problem
(Me): well, I'm glad you did
(Samone): thanks
(Me): your welcome. Um, Samone, me and Nadi here can see if we can help you find your friend, Mary
(Samone): oh, will you, and when you do. Tell she has a world of pain waiting in on her
(Me): (chuckles) we will

Samone left; me and Nadi were trying to find Mary. Nadirah thought she saw the real Jermaine and Marlon Jackson round the coner and she got out of my hand's grip on her hand and ran off.

(Me): (calling after her) Nadi!!!

I started running after her. When I did, I ran right into this person. And trust me, she caught my eye and probaly, my heart. This is what she looked liked.
http://img1.ganges.com/data/photos/1202056369875.jpg
She caught my eyes alright.

(???): can ya watch where your goin'?
(Me): I'm sorry, miss...but is your name, Mary?
(Mary): why, yes, yes it is

She shifted her weight, then the next thing I know her knee almost kneed my in my crotch, then it hit me. I was on top of her.

TO BE CONTINUED...........................

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